The Ingoldsby Legends or, Mirth and Marvels. By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham] |
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 | The Ingoldsby Legends |  |
—That ray, methinks, that rests so sheen
Upon each briar-bound hillock green,
So calm, so tranquil, so serene,
Gives us to the eye a fairer scene,—
Speaks to the heart with holier breath
Than all this pageantry of Death.—
Upon each briar-bound hillock green,
So calm, so tranquil, so serene,
Gives us to the eye a fairer scene,—
Speaks to the heart with holier breath
Than all this pageantry of Death.—
| The Ingoldsby Legends | |