 | 1845 - 234 páginas
...Woe is me my sto - len daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night...— There no father's welcome meet them.— Gone, fc. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On... | |
 | 1846 - 308 páginas
...— Woe is me my stolen daughters ' Gone, gone— sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night...homes again — There no brother's voice shall greet theo) — There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice- swamp dank... | |
 | 1846 - 302 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone. To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | Harriet Beecher Stowe - 1853 - 534 páginas
...and lone. 0, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go. Faint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless homes again, — There...them, There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay... | |
 | John Lawrence - 1854 - 230 páginas
...and lone. 0, when wesry, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, Faint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless homes again, — There no brother's voice shall grect them, There no father's welcome mect them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To... | |
 | David W. Bartlett - 1855 - 440 páginas
...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | David W. Bartlett, D. W. (David W. ). Bartlett - 1855 - 408 páginas
...the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air/— Gone, gone—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From Virginia's...hills and waters,—* Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps -as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | Children - 1859 - 198 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters ; — Wo is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank... | |
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Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. 
