...Indian knows his place of rest Far in the Cedar shade ; The sea, the dark blue sea, has one, He sleeps where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low grave may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dressed Above the noble slain, He wrapped his colors...

...Indian knows his place of rest Far in the eedar shade. The Bea, the blue lone sea, hath one — lie ife, but fairy none. Then I said, " I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I Due sleeps where southern vines are drejjt Above the noble slain : )le wrapt his colors round his breast...

...were on the hill, but thou wert owned by none, And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone. He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. The well-springs that supply The streams are seldom spent, For clouds of rain come by To pay them what...

...were on the hill, but thou wert owned by none, And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone. He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. The well-springs that supply The streams are seldom spent, For clouds of rain come by To pay them what...

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...night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now? The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest On a blood-red field of Spain. And one, o'er her the myrtle showers Above the noble slain; He...

...the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. sticks flying on all dressed Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain....

...of the west, By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where...loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. EETRANSLATION. They grew together, beautiful in the bloom of youth ; One home resounded with (their)...

...of the west By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies, where pearls lie deep ; He was the lov'd of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dress'd Above...

...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...low bed may weep One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colors round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And...