The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... falchion drew , Each on the ground his scabbard threw , Each look'd to sun , and stream , and plain , As what he ne'er might see again ; Then , foot , and point , and eye opposed , In dubious strife they darkly closed.- Ill fared it now ...
... falchion drew , Each on the ground his scabbard threw , Each look'd to sun , and stream , and plain , As what he ne'er might see again ; Then , foot , and point , and eye opposed , In dubious strife they darkly closed.- Ill fared it now ...
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... falchion's last farewell ; When hope's expiring throb is o'er , And e'en despair can prompt no more , This spot shall be the sacred grave Of the last few who , vainly brave , Die for the land they cannot save ! " His chiefs stood round ...
... falchion's last farewell ; When hope's expiring throb is o'er , And e'en despair can prompt no more , This spot shall be the sacred grave Of the last few who , vainly brave , Die for the land they cannot save ! " His chiefs stood round ...
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... falchion now : No warrior makes the warrior's vow Upon thy sea - wash'd grave . The voice that should be raised by men , Must now be given by wave and glen . And it is given ! the surge- The tree - the rock - the sand- On freedom's ...
... falchion now : No warrior makes the warrior's vow Upon thy sea - wash'd grave . The voice that should be raised by men , Must now be given by wave and glen . And it is given ! the surge- The tree - the rock - the sand- On freedom's ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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