 Mine own death's in this clenched hand ! I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand — these lips must lick its dust : But shall this dusky standard quail in the red slaughter day; Or shall this heart its purpose fail — this arm...  The Renfrewshire Magazine - Страница 1921847Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1831 - 702 страници
...Glory, As his hand bears aloft the dark Death-laden Bauner. " Mine own death's in this clenched hand ! I know the noble trust : These limbs must rot on yonder...arm forget to slay ? I trample down such idle doubt, Haralld's high blood hath sprung From sires whose hands in martial bout. Have ne'er belied their tongue.... | |
 | 1833 - 522 страници
...the flag — he goes to sleep With the life-scorning dead. " Mine own death's in this clenched hand! I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand- Thus fell the young Harald, as of old fell These lips must lick its dust ; his sires, But shall this... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1844 - 232 страници
...As his hand bears aloft the dark death-laden banner. v. ' Mine own death 's in this clenched hand ; I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder...dust, But shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter-day ; Or shall this heart its purpose fail, — This arm forget to slay ? I trample down... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 страници
...glory, As his hand bears aloft the dark death laden ban ner. v. "Mine own death's in this clenched hand, I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand, These lips must lick the dust: But shall tliis dusky standard quail In the red slaughter day 1 Or shall this heart its purpose... | |
 | William Motherwell - 1847 - 338 страници
...As his hand bears aloft the dark death-laden banner. T. ' Mine own death 's in this clenched hand ; I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder...dust, But shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter-day ; Or shall this heart its purpose fail, — This arm forget to slay 1 I trample down... | |
 | William Motherwell, James M'Conechy - 1849 - 516 страници
...As his hand bears aloft the dark death-laden banner. T. " Mine own death's in this clenched hand ! I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder...heart its purpose fail — This arm forget to slay ? 1 trample down such idle doubt ; 'Rarald's high blood hath sprung From sires ,whose hands in martial... | |
 | 1853 - 1074 страници
...the noble trust ; These limbs mum rot on yonder strand — rhi-« lip« intiPt lick its dust, [tut shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter...heart its purpose fail — This arm forget to slay? 1 trample down such idle douM ; Uamld'* high blood hath sprung From sires whose hands in martial bout... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 страници
...strand, — These lips must liek its dust, Bat shall this dusky standard quail In the red slaughter-day ; Or shall this heart its purpose fail, This arm forget to slay ? Motherwell. No — though of all earth's hope bereft, Lrfe, swords, and vengeanee still are left.... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 страници
...glory, As his hand bears aloft the dark death-laden banner. " Mine own death's in this clenched hand ! I know the noble trust; These limbs must rot on yonder...From sires whose hands in martial bout have ne'er tidied their tongue ; Nor keener from their castled rock rush eagles on their prey, Thau, panting for... | |
 | 1857 - 514 страници
...bc;u> aloft the dark rlea banner. THK HARP OF THE NOKTH. " Mine own death's in thin clenched hund ! 1 know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder...red slaughter day ; Or shall this heart its purpose fall — This arm forget to slay? 1 trample down such idle doubt ; Harald's high blood hath sprung... | |
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