 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 стор.
...sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the. tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 528 стор.
...steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. 10 It was twelve by the Tillage-clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town He heard...barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river-fog, That rises when the sun goes down. 11 It was one by the village-clock, When he rode into... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 стор.
...sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 стор.
...sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, T^Anifelt the damp of. .the river-fogy. That rises after the sun .goes down. It was one by the village... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 стор.
...the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the harking of the farmer's clog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after...he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and hare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 564 стор.
...steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. It was twelve by the village-clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard...barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river-fog, That rises when the sun goes down. It was one by the village-clock, When he rode into Lexington.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 144 стор.
...sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 374 стор.
...that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat 10. It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river-fog, That rises after the sun goes down, 11. It was one by the village-clock, When he galloped... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 стор.
...that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. 10. It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town....barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river-fog, That rises after the sun goes down. 11. It was one by the' village-clock, When he galloped... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 372 стор.
...the damp of the river-fog, That rises after the sun goes down. 11. It was one by the village-clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded...he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would... | |
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It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the' cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village... 
