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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White

Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 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 that cropt its flowers : Unheard their clock repeat« its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! And should we thither roam. It« echoes,...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric

Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 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...

The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Том 17

Walter Scott - 1835 - 400 страници
...hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-lov'd home? — The hand is gone that cropt its flowers...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...

The American Orator's Own Book: Or, The Art of Extemporaneous Public ...

1836 - 362 страници
...to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once loved home? The hand is gone that cropped its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nations quaffed, And by my side,...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 360 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 that...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. .| " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 328 страници
...Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world I Seek we thy onoe-loved home I 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 nation quaffed, And by my side, in...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 страници
...bolt of death is' hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to. fly, • Shall Outalissi roam the world I Seek we thy once-loved home ? The hand is gone that cropt its flowers : Unheard their clpck repeats its hours ! Cold is the hearth within their bowers ! And should we thither roam,' Its...

The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White

Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 510 страници
...Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home ? The hand is gone that crop! its Sowers : 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 Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a Memoir

Thomas Campbell - 1840 - 376 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 that...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, in...

The Poetry and History of Wyoming: Containing Campbell's Gertrude

William Leete Stone - 1841 - 400 страници
...Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home 1 The hand is gone that cropt its flowers : Unheard...is the hearth within their bowers ! And should we hither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or...




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