... vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then, drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. St. Nicholas - Стр. 140редактор(ы): - 1882Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...its place, A» If to keep down the heartBwelllng, He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree. The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light. Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight... | |
| 1862 - Страниц: 500
...place, As if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, tho blasted pine tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest as dreary. HI ik I was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ! Was it moonlight... | |
| George Stillman Hillard - 1843 - Страниц: 260
...on the mountain. 6. His musket falls slack — his face dark and grim, THE INTERMEDIATE HEADER. 7. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, His...goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. 8. Hark 1 was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight... | |
| William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - Страниц: 354
...to keep down the heart-swelling. v. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight... | |
| John Henry Hayward - 1863 - Страниц: 410
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves r Was it moonlight so wond'rously flashing ? It looked like a rifle— " Ha! Mary, good-by !" _ And... | |
| Frank Moore - 1864 - Страниц: 364
...place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes,...it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MARY, good-by ! " And the life-blood... | |
| Frank Moore - 1864 - Страниц: 364
...place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. lie passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes,...it the night-wind that rustled the leaves? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MARY, good-by ! " And the life-blood... | |
| John Henry Hayward - 1864 - Страниц: 418
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! Mary, good-by !" And the life-blood... | |
| 1864 - Страниц: 356
...place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It... | |
| Elizabeth Collins - 1865 - Страниц: 132
...if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was't the moonlight... | |
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