 And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd!  The Etonian - Страница 392под редакцията на - 1822Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1820 - 696 страници
...childhood, where are they ?— and an echo answered, Where are they f Arabic MS— from Lord BYRON. " Seek we thy once-loved home ? The hand is gone that...and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from Hit- dead. " CAMPBELL. I. THE spirit of my soul is chang'd, My thoughts have ta'en a sadder hue, Since... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 страници
...whither then with thee to fly, , Shall Outalissi roam the world J * Seek we thy once-lov'd home ? — - Unheard their clock repeats its hours! • Cold is the hearth within their howYs I ' And should we thither roam, ' Its echoes, and its empty tread, ' Would sound like voices... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 страници
...when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home ? — The hand is gone...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side,... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 страници
...hurl'd, Ah! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outallissi roam the world ? Shall we seek thy once loved home ? The hand is gone that cropt its flowers: Unheard...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead! Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nations quaff'd ; And by my side, in... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 260 страници
...bolt of death is hurl'd, * Ah ; whither then with thee to fly, ' Shall Outalissi roam the world * ' Seek we thy once-loved home ? ' The hand is gone that...flowers : ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours f ' Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! ' And should we thither roam, ' Its echoes, and its empty... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world? Seek we thy once-loved home? The hand is gone that cropt its flowef s ; Unheard their clock repeats its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bowers! And should... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 страници
...cropl its flowers : Unheard their clock repeats its hour*! Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVHL • Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff d ? And by... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 страници
...when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home ? The hand is gone that...repeats its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once loved home ? The hand is gone that cropt its flowers : Unheard...repeats its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes and its empty tread Would sound like voices from the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 страници
...whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home ? The Land is gone that cropt its flowers : Unheard their clock...repeats its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! And should we thither roam Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the... | |
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