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Upon the middle of the night , Waking , she heard the night - fowl crow ; The cock
sung out an hour ere light ; From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her ;
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
Upon the middle of the night , Waking , she heard the night - fowl crow ; The cock
sung out an hour ere light ; From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her ;
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
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Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has
ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased
to blow . CAMPBELL . THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . Not a drum.
Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has
ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased
to blow . CAMPBELL . THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE . Not a drum.
Сторінка 10
Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried
; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O ' er the grave where our hero we
buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sod with our bayonets turning
...
Not a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried
; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O ' er the grave where our hero we
buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sod with our bayonets turning
...
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But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ;
And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing . Slowly
and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We
carved ...
But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ;
And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing . Slowly
and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We
carved ...
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Let ' s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell ; And , — when I am
forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me
more must be heard of , — say , I taught thee ; Say , Wolsey , — that once trod the
ways ...
Let ' s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell ; And , — when I am
forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me
more must be heard of , — say , I taught thee ; Say , Wolsey , — that once trod the
ways ...
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| Назва | Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman |
| Автор | Anne Bowman |
| Редактор | Anne Bowman |
| Видавець | G. Routledge, 1856 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 4 сер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 292 стор. |
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