 In his cell so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.  Standard Supplementary Readers - Page 25edited by - 1880Full view - About this book
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 712 pages
...the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the uiouldeiin; dust that years have made, IB a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he Btcalcth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 732 pages
...choice food are his meals, I ween , In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, . To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering...no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though be wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 300 pages
...choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, , To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering...no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a sUnch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 440 pages
...are his meals, I ween, In hie cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay'd, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust...no life is seen A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 294 pages
...his meals, I ween, The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that years have made,, Is a merry meal for him. A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Creeping where no life is seen, And a stanch old heart has he. Fast... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 720 pages
...choice food are his meali, I ween, In his celi so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, !• a merry meai for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A ra«e oid plant is the Ivy green. Fait... | |
 | 1850 - 98 pages
...cold. The walls must be crumbl'd, the stones decay'd, To pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mould'ring dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him....no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he! How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1850 - 508 pages
...crumbled, the stone decayed, And the mouldering dust that years have made, To pleasure his dainty whim : Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. And a staunch old heart has he. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 pages
...! The walls must be crumbled, the stones decay'd, To pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mould'ring dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him....no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings And a stanch old heart has he ! How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Bernard Burke - 1855 - 616 pages
...plant is the Ivy green, That creep'-th o'er ruins old ; Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the etonea decayed. To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that yean have made, la a merry... | |
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