 | 1829 - 436 страници
...blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears : And she, the mother of thy...without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's j One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. THE world is bright before thee, Its... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 страници
...memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye...faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's; One of the few, the immortal... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 страници
...His plighted maiden, when she fears , | For him, the joy of Aer young years, | Thinks of thy (ate, | and checks her tears, — And she, the mother of thy boys', | Though in her eye, and faded cheeA , | Is read the grief she will not speak', | TalA of thy doom without a sigh' : | "^For thou... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears: And she. the mother of thy boys,...joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-cireled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's, One... | |
 | Valentine Mott - 1842 - 490 страници
...deadlier blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fean For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears : And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek 1s read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 страници
...blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears : And she, the mother of thy...pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh i For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 страници
...in her glory's time, Rest thee : — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom ' without a sigh ; ,, .-,' For thou art FREEDOM'S now, and FAME'S," '-I One of the FEW, the iMM6nTAL names, That were not born to die. LESSON LIU. — WATERLOO. — Byron.... | |
 | Bradford Frazee - 1845 - 214 страници
...to the state you see." Beggar's Pet " The uneasiness we feel — is that we call desire." Locke. " Though in her eye and faded cheek, . Is, read the grief she will not speak." Halleck's Bozzaris. " It is made with a well-founded hope of thereby better obtaining the object we... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 страници
...deadlier blow. Her plighted maiden when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears. And she the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Ts read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her hundred joys, And even she who gave thee birth,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...blow. Her plighted maiden when she fears For him, the joy of her young. years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears. And she the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Ts read the grief she will not speak, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim circled... | |
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Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded... 
