 | 1808 - 532 страници
...nobler doom : He hath thrown afide his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rutting in hia halls On the blood of Clifford calls ;— " Quell...Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the fliield— Tell thy name, thou trembling field ; Field 'of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book r Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls;...and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mail'd and hors'd, with lance and sword. To his Ancestors restored, Like a reappearing Star, . * .... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страници
...Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls...France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thon trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thon. with our victory 1 Happy day,... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1807 - 904 страници
...Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls;—...me to the heart of France,* Is the longing of the shieldTell thy name, thou trembling field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 350 страници
...hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown asidejiis crook, And hath buried deep his book; Armour rustling in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls;— •...me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the shieldTell thy name, thou trembling field ; . „ VOL, II. X Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 354 страници
...hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rustling in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls;— ' Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance 5 * Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the shield- — Tell thy name, thou trembling... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls...Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victor}' ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 страници
...nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot,...Tell thy name, thou trembling field ! Field of death, tohere'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our shepherd, in... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 страници
...nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance / Sear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Jleld... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1877 - 844 страници
...lines from Wordsworth's "Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle " : — " Armor, rusting on his walls, On the blood of Clifford calls. ' Quell the Scot ! ' exclaims the lance : ' Bear me to the heart of FAnce 1 ' ls the longing of the shield : Tell thy name, thou trembling field, Field of death, where'er... | |
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Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield... 
