 And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall...  Sixth Or Classic English Reader - Сторінка 345автори: William Swinton - 1885 - 608 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1900 - 608 стор.
...clumsy ; so that though he recovers himself in the final line, the general effect is much damaged : ' Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve...midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array. The thunder- clouds close o'er... | |
 | 1816 - 274 стор.
...instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve...signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshaling in anus, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1817 - 860 стор.
...when this liery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty...midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently -stern army ! The thunder-clouds close o'er... | |
 | 1817 - 590 стор.
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. ' Last noon... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1817 - 860 стор.
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over tlie unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 стор.
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 стор.
...Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve...The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The mom the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magniGcenlly-stern array ! The thunder-clouds close... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 стор.
...when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty...The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The mor n the marshalling in arms,—the day Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 384 стор.
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,—alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld... | |
 | 1824 - 452 стор.
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unre turning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld... | |
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