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" I sat and spun within the doore, ' My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ' Cusha... "
From Queens' Gardens: Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean ... - Page 69
1888 - 216 pages
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The Ladies' Repository, Volumes 33-34

1865 - 838 pages
...English. " My sonne's faire wife Elizabeth " iscalling the cows lo the milking shed. She sings, — " Cusha! Cusha! Cusha! " calling, Ere the early dews...melick groweth, Faintly came her milking song. " Cusha! Cnsha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dens will soon be falling; Leave your meadow-grasses mellow, Mellow,...
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Poems, Volume 7

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 274 pages
...the old sea wall. I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, ' For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow...
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Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 344 pages
...off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, ' For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...
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The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow: Including the Shepherd Lady and Other Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 554 pages
...off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis...Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, _L THE HIGH TIDE ON THE Farre away I heard her song, " Cusha ! Cusha ! " all along ; Where the reedy...
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Poems

David Gray - 1864 - 282 pages
...brake off, I raised myne eyes The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...
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The High Tide

Jean Ingelow - 1864 - 36 pages
...sea wall. I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes (1571.) And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis...away I heard her song. " Cusha ! Cusha ! " all along : O * Where the reedy Lindis floweth Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick groweth Faintly...
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The Late English Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 pages
...off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow...
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Golden Leaves from the British Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 pages
...spun within the doore, My thread brake oft", I raised myne eyes ; And dark against day's golden heath She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...
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Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1866 - 274 pages
...My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes And dark against day's golden death She moved where Liridis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha!..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...
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Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pages
...off, I raised myne eyes, The level sun, like ruddy ore, lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis...where melick groweth, Faintly came her milking song : — 371 " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling, " for the dews will soon be tailing ; Leave your meadow-grasses...
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