 | Ernest Charles Jones - 1860 - 246 стор.
...honour my bier. And the tattered poor man takes his stand, On my head the cold sods heaving ; He showers them down with a diligent hand, Where the glory of...life ! Farewell to ye, armies engaging ! Farewell, cloud-canopied fields of strife, Where the greatness of war is raging ! Farewell, but not for ever... | |
 | Ferdinand Freiligrath - 1871 - 292 стор.
...The grass from my grave would clear; But Germany sends me, with Hungary far, Three salvoes to honour my bier. And the tattered poor man takes his stand,...the greatness of war is raging ! Farewell ! but not for ever farewell ! They can not kill the spirit, my brother ! In thunder I'll rise on the field where... | |
 | 1883 - 410 стор.
...brought On my burning words to cast — His wife and daughters the wreath had wrought When the toil of the day was past. Farewell, Farewell, thou turbulent life, Farewell to yon armies engaging, Farewell, cloud-canopied fields of strife, Where the greatness of war is raging.... | |
 | 1925 - 298 стор.
...brought On my burning words to cast — His wife and daughters the wreath had wrought When the toil of the day was past. Farewell, farewell, thou turbulent life, Farewell to those armies engaging ; Farewell, cloud-canopied fields of strife, Where the greatness of war is raging... | |
 | 1885 - 320 стор.
...renderings of Freiligrath, combine the poetry and the vigour of the original to a remarkable degree. Farewell ! farewell ! thou turbulent life ! Farewell...to ye ! armies engaging. Farewell ! cloud canopied field of strife ! Where the greatness of war is raging. Farewell ! but not for ever farewell ! They... | |
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Three salvoes to honour my bier. And the tattered poor man takes his stand On my head the cold sods heaving! He casts them down with a diligent hand, : .- Where the glory of toil is cleaving. And a garland of flowers and May he brought On my burning wounds... 