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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 Atlantic Monthly - 477. oldal
1902
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Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ...

Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 oldal
...struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing.1 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 t Wolfe. CHESS.8 SEE, ready for...

The American Speaker: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises ...

John Frost - 1845 - 458 oldal
...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, 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 ! WOLFE. 74. BATTLE HYMN. Now glory...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...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. From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,— But lull him alone with his glory. OH, MY LOVE HAS AN EYE OF THE SOFTEST...

The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ...

William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 oldal
...struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy, suddenly firing. 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. LESSON CXXXII. Extract from a Speech...

The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ...

Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 oldal
...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, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carv'd not a line, and we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory ! WOLFE. THE LIVING...

An Essay on Elocution: With Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors. To ...

John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 oldal
...the hour for retiring, And we knew by the distant random gun, That the foe was then suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory, We carv'd not a line, we raised not a atone, But left him alone — with his glory. THE SAILOR-BOY'S DREAM....

The ballad poetry of Ireland. Ed. by C.G. Duffy. 4th ed

sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845 - 262 oldal
...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, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; A LAMENT FOR THE TIRON'IAN AND TIRCONNELLIAN FRINGES BURIED AT ROME. TRANSLATED FROM THE ITCISH, BT...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 oldal
...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, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,— But left him alone with his glory. CHARLES WOLFE. OH, MY LOVE HAS AN...

Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 oldal
...told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was suddenly firing. 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 in his glory. THE TRAVELLER.S RETURN. — Southcy....

The New-England Pocket Songster: A Choice Collection of Popular Songs, New ...

1846 - 166 oldal
...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, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory, We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. THE GATHERING OF THE...




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