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" Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. "
The English Poets - 324. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1894
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 oldal
...When the clock told the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. THE MARRIAGE OF SIR JOHN SMITH. PHCEBE CAREY. Not a sigh was heard, nor a funeral tone,...

Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 1822

Thomas Medwin - 1825 - 578 oldal
...done, When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. The feeling with which he recited these admirable stanzas, I shall never forget. After he had come...

The Gentleman's Magazine, 95. kötet,2. rész;138. kötet

1825 - 710 oldal
...the hour for returning ; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly Bring. " Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field...not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory." Of the person who possessed such high poetical merit *, our readers will be glad to know something....

The Dublin and London magazine

1825 - 508 oldal
...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. ' Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with hii glory !' THE TRIAL OF DANIEL O'CONNELL, ESQ.* WE have seldom spent an hour more agreeably than...

Remains of the Late Rev. Charles Wolfe ...: With a Brief Memoir of His Life

Charles Wolfe, John Abraham Russell - 1827 - 500 oldal
...hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. VIII. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field...not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory ! The principal errors in most of the copies of this poem were pointed out by an early friend of the...

Specimens of the Lyrical, Descriptive, and Narrative Poets of Great Britain ...

John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 oldal
...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory ! TO THE MEMORY OF A VERY PROMISING CHILD, WRITTEN AFTER WITNESSING HEB LAST MOMENTS. I CANNOT weep,...

The Poetical Melange

1828 - 814 oldal
...When the clock tolled the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. " Wolfe. ON A TOMBSTONE IN CHESHIRE. O stranger ! let no ill-timed tear Be shed for those who slumber...

Constable's miscellany of original and selected publications

Constable and co, ltd - 1828 - 650 oldal
...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...not a stone,-" But we left him alone with his glory ! in contact with the soldiers under Romana, and partly from the dreadful ?privations which we had...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review, 1. kötet;6. kötet

1829 - 434 oldal
...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. ' Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...a stone — But we left him alone with his glory!' pp. 28-31. Mr Wolfe was keenly alive to the impressions of music, and entered into its poetry with...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 oldal
...done, When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,...not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE. BY THOMAS MACAULEY. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are...




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