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" We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him... "
The life of lieutenant-general sir John Moore - Страница 234
по James Carrick Moore - 1834
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Grace Darling, the Maid of the Isles

Jerrold Vernon, Grace Horsley Darling - 1839 - 514 страници
...ill-supported expedition, the major gave the meed of admiration, with a sigh to his memory and untimely fate. "Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid bun ; But nothing he'll reck if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him."...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840 - 368 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his And we far away on the billow ! [head, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And...sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring And we heard the distant...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840 - 378 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his And we far away on the billow ! [head, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And...reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a-Britop has. laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring...

Arundines Cami; sive, Musarum Cantabrigiensium lusus canori, collegit atque ...

Cam river - 1841 - 318 страници
...suprema, torum ; Glebam insultabunt hostes, reputamus, in illam, Dum sequimur reduci nos freta longa via. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And...cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our dreary task was...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 374 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ! But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 58 BUIUALJJF...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 366 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ! But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 58 BURIAL OF...

Poetry for Schools: Designed for Reading and Recitation : the Whole Selected ...

Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head And we far awav on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And...reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Brilon has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring...

Soldiers and Sailors: Or, Anecdotes, Details, and Recollections of Naval and ...

Old Humphrey - 1842 - 366 страници
...pillow ; That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. ' Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But little he '11 reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. ' But half of our heavy...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1862 - 512 страници
...Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he 'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring; And we heard, by...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 504 страници
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he 'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the gnue where a Briton has laid him. But half of...




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