 | 1891 - 1404 oldal
...And there 'mid the light of the breaking day, The surgeon was fifteen miles away. Under his flying feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed....ocean flying before the wind. And the steed like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, his wild eyes full of fire. Lo! he is nearlng his heart's desire,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...Were beating, like prisoners assaulting their walls, [calls; Impatient to be where the battle-field Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Uuder his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind,... | |
 | 1897 - 404 oldal
...assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was trained to full play. With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under...ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire. Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo! he is nearing his heart's... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 530 oldal
...battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to fuT play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. 6 Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy...Like an ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, with his wild eyes full of fire, Swept on to the goal of his heart's desire : He is snuffing the smoke... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 528 oldal
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. 5 Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river, flowed, And the landscape sped away... | |
 | 1864 - 744 oldal
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to...river, flowed. And the landscape sped away behind, Like nn ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his... | |
 | Salem Town, Nelson M. Holbrook - 1864 - 444 oldal
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls: Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. And the landscape gped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, like a barque... | |
 | Thomas Buchanan Read - 1865 - 184 oldal
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to...ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo ! he is nearing his heart's... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 oldal
...master .Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to...ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on with his wild eyes full of fire, But, lo! he is near ing his heart's... | |
 | John Warner Barber, Henry Howe - 1865 - 778 oldal
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, Under his spurning feet, the road Like an ocean flying before the... | |
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Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. "Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river... 
