 | Thomas Campbell - 1872 - Страниц: 458
...streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent...silence dwells of my despair ! xxxix. " But hark, the tramp ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fire shall dry thy tears : Even from the land of shadows now... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - Страниц: 782
...streams my kindred nation quafTd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew tho shaft ? ist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its mo, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp ; for there The silence dwells of my despair !... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1874 - Страниц: 458
...battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? — Ah! there, in desolation, cold. The desert-serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering...— for there — The silence dwells of my despair ! ' But hark, the trump! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears! Even from the land... | |
 | 1876 - Страниц: 508
...streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent...camp, — for there The silence dwells of my despair ! " But hark, the trump ! to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears : Even from the land... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - Страниц: 860
...the shaft ? Ah ! there,, in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o ergrows disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a...Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the r ! ' But hark, the trump ! to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears : Even from the land... | |
 | 1876 - Страниц: 618
...shaft? Ah! there, in desolation eold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows eaeh, mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown,...Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their eamp; for there The silenee dwells of my despair. " But hark, the trump! to-morrow thou In glory's... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - Страниц: 828
...streams my kindred nation quaffed ! And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft I rious time When, prizing mould'ring boce And stones themselves to ruin grown Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not .their... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - Страниц: 870
...streams my kindred nation quaffed, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? ndsome and spirited a youth, and a king to the rest of us ; and, instead of m о ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old.... | |
 | Nathaniel Bartlett Sylvester - 1877 - Страниц: 336
...streams my kindred nation quaff 'd ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold. The desert serpent dwells alone. Where grass o'ergrows each mo,uld'rmg bone. And stones themselves to ruin grown Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - 1878 - Страниц: 328
...streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair ! " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Even from the land... | |
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And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek... 
