 | 1825 - 648 стор.
...eyes put light ! — be still ! keep down thine ire ! Bid these while lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire! Give me back him for whom I...blood was shed ! ' — Thou canst not ! — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head '." He loosed the steed — his slack hand fell — upon... | |
 | 1825 - 620 стор.
...eyes put light ! — be still ! keep down thine ire ! Bid these while lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I...my blood was shed ! — Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loosed the steed — his slack hand fell— upon... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom...whom my blood was shed — Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed, — his slack hand fell — upon... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 стор.
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? —If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 стор.
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 стор.
...Bid these while lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom 1 strove, for whom my blood was shed— Thou canst not ?— and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head"! He loosed thelsteed, — his slack hand fell— upon... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 стор.
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? — Tf thou wouldst clear thy prrjured soul, send life through this cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 стор.
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay. ' Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 стор.
...the glance, the heart I sought—give answer, where are they? —If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay.' ' Into these...him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed— 17 Thou canst not ?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!' He loosed the steed,—his... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 стор.
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay.' 'Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
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Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire! Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed! Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be... 
