| General reciter - 1845 - 348 oldal
...this cold clay. " Into those glassy eyes put light ; he still, keep down thine ire, Bid those cold lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire. Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed, Thou canst not ! and, oh king, his blood be mountains on thy head... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1846 - 398 oldal
...clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
| Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 oldal
...king: — " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire!...strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst nut— and a king ? — His dnst be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed; his slack hand fell,... | |
| Brothers of the Christian schools of Ireland - 1846 - 144 oldal
...spread; Where, in the Almighty's face, The present, , past, hold an eternal • He loosed the rein, his slack hand fell ; upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, mournful , and fled from that sad His after fate no more was heard, amid the martial , His banner led... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1847 - 396 oldal
...clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1847 - 400 oldal
...eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak^-this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I...king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head !" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — -upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
| David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 oldal
...this cold clay. " Into these glossy eyes put light ; be still, keep down thine ire ; Bid these cold lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire; Give me back him for whom Pfought, for whom my blood was shrd; Thou canst not — and a king? — his dust be mountains on thy... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1851 - 400 oldal
...clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king 1 — His dust be mountains on thy head !" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon the... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
...elay! " Into these glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place : His hope was crushed, his after fate untold in martial strain : — His... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
...clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place : His hope was crushed, his after fate untold in martial strain : — His... | |
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