 | 1809 - 572 стор.
...streams my kindred nation quafil; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft.' Ah! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells...bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, arc death-like old. Then seek we not their camp — for there—- The silence dwells of my despair!... | |
 | Richard Cumberland - 1809 - 518 стор.
...desolation cold, " ' The desert serpent dwells alone, " ' AVhere grass o'ergrows each monld'ring bone, " 4 And stones themselves to ruin grown, *' ' Like me,...death-like old. " ' Then seek we not their camp — for therec— *' ' The silence dwells of my despair ! " ' But, hark, the trump ! to-morrow thou " ' In... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 стор.
...my kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by my side, in battle true, ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft? ' Ah! there in desolation cold, ' The desert serpent dwells alone, ' Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, ' And stones themselves to ruin grown, * Like me, are death-like old. . ' Then seek... | |
 | 1809 - 914 стор.
...streams my kindred nation quaffed j And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriours drew the shaft I Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrowe each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me are death-like old i Then... | |
 | 1810 - 438 стор.
...part of the ingenious Dr. Leyden, reclaim the lme, ' lied is the cup they drink, bat not with wine.' Ah ! there in desolation cold. The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouid'ring bone. And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like cold. Then seek we not... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 стор.
...kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by my side, in battle true, ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? ' Ah! there in desolation cold, ' The desert serpent dwells alone, ' Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, ' And stones themselves to ruin grown, ' Like me, are death-like old. 74 ' Then seek... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 стор.
...kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by my side, in battle true, ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? * Ah ! there in desolation cold, ' The desert serpent dwells alone, ' Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, ' And stones themselves to ruin grown, ' Like me, are death-like old. ' Then seek... | |
 | 1809 - 448 стор.
...streams my kindred nation quaffed; And hy my side, in hattle true, A thousand warriours drew the shaft f Ah! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering hone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old i Then seek we not their camp... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1814 - 274 стор.
...there in desolation cold, ' The desert serpent dwells alone, ' Where grass o'ergrows each mould' ring bone, * And stones themselves to ruin grown, ' Like...dwells of my despair!' XXXIX. ' But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou ' In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : ' Ev'n from the land of shadows now '... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 стор.
...kindred nation quaflfd ; ' And hy my side, in hattle true, ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? ' Ah I there in desolation cold, • The desert serpent dwells alone, ' Where grass o'ergrows each mould 'ring hone, ' And stones themselves to ruin grown, • Like me, are death-like old. 'Then seek... | |
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And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek... 
