 | 1831 - 492 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests with their myriad tongues Shouted for liberty ; And the blast of the desert cried aloud With a voice so wild and...in his sleep, and smiled At their tempestuous glee. No more he felt the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death closed o'er the captive's... | |
 | Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 194 стор.
...LXIV. (same coiitimted). The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of Liberty ; And the blast of the desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep, and smiled 5 At their tempestuous glee. 1, 2. " Thou shalt be free," shout the woods with many a (non unus) murmur... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 60 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless hody lay A worn-out... | |
 | 1843 - 424 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out... | |
 | 1843 - 574 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out... | |
 | 1846 - 308 стор.
...triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; • And the blast of the desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee, He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For death had illumined the land of sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 128 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A. worn-out... | |
 | 1849 - 274 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and...tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 стор.
...the triumph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he startled in his sleep, and smiled At their tempestuous glee. He did not fear the driver's whip, Nor... | |
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The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free. That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous glee. He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning... 
