 | 1836 - 362 oldal
...trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : . " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the...surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud huzzi, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly as to a night's repose,... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 oldal
...trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : — " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires, Strike — for the...of your sires, God — and your native land !" They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. ti- c • • j His few surviving comrades... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1836 - 112 oldal
...fires ; Strike—for the green graves of your sires ; God—and your native land !" They fought—like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered—but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1837 - 572 oldal
...fought—like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conqueied—but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving...won; \ Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as lo a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun." The verses in memory of Robert Burns, addressed to... | |
 | John Milton Niles - 1837 - 614 oldal
...attacked the assailants with the energy of desperation ; twice they cleared the yard and the walls. " They fought like brave men long and well, They piled that ground with foemen slain," But overpowered by numbers, and covered with wounds, they sunk, one by one, with weariness... | |
 | 1837 - 536 oldal
...fires ; Strike—for the green graves of your sires ; God—and your native land." " They fought—like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered—but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when... | |
 | 1837 - 552 oldal
...fires ; Strike—for the green graves of your sires ; God—and your native land." " They fought—like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered—but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when... | |
 | John Milton Niles - 1837 - 620 oldal
...attacked the assailants with the energy of desperation ; twice they cleared the yard and the walls. " They fought like brave men long and well, They piled that ground with foemen slain," But overpowered by numbers, and covered with wounds, they sunk, one by one, with weariness... | |
 | 1838 - 332 oldal
...trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ; — " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires. Strike — for your altars and your fires, Strike — for the...well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquer'd — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 oldal
...trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. (°°) " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires, Strike — for the...graves of your sires, God — and your native land. 3 They fought — like brave men, long and well, They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at... | |
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And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God, and your native land... 
