 | Eli Bowen - 1853 - Страниц: 530
...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...— for there — The silence dwells of my despair ! 39. But hark ! the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears : Ev'n from the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - Страниц: 404
...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...dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering lione, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 508
...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...dwells of my despair ! xxxix. But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears ; Even from the land of shadows now My father's... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 396
...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 shall dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land... | |
 | Eli Bowen - 1854 - Страниц: 528
...streams my kindred nation quaff'J, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...— for there— The silence dwells of my despair ! 39. But hark ! the trump! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy teaVs : Ev'n from the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 404
...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...dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bon«, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 278
...streams my kindred nation quafTd; 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 inould'ring bone, Like me, are death-like old. And stones themselves to ruin grown, The silence dwells... | |
 | Book - 1854 - Страниц: 496
...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 mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - Страниц: 462
...streams my kindred nation quafTd And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent...— 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1857 - Страниц: 114
...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 mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
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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... 
