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" No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. "
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson - 536. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1915 - 816 oldal
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought,...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...

Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; i But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he'll...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 1. kötet

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gaied on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought,...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, Ar.il o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing...

The Edinburgh Monthly Review, 5. kötet

1821 - 732 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow; We thought...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...

The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll ..., 2. kötet

William Oxberry - 1821 - 448 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought,...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, , But nothing...

Selections, from Several Literary Works: Comprising The Declaration of ...

Thomas O'Connor - 1824 - 180 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadily gazed on the face of the dead; And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...

The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography ...

Soldier - 1824 - 518 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...

The Dublin and London magazine

1825 - 508 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. ' We thought,...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! ' Lightly they'll talk of I he spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But little...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 1. kötet

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought,...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 1. kötet

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 oldal
...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought,...tread o'er his head. And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the Spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll...




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