 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 стор.
...woke — to die 'midst flame, and smoke, 1 X And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast, As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike — till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 стор.
...He woke — to die 'midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast, As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike — till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...heard, with voice as trumpet loud, l'n/./. MI i.; cheer his band : " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your...graves of your sires ; GOD — and your native land!" They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquer'd... | |
 | Sullivan Hardy Weston - 1842 - 80 стор.
...with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. ( Strike — till the last armed foe expires, J Strike — for your altars and your fires, \ Strike...graves of your sires. [ God and your native land. EXAMPLE 2. But hark ! That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echoes would repeat,... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 стор.
...Greek !" He woke to die 'midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre-stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ! — " Strike — till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 стор.
...mountain-cloud; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, BOZZARIS cheer his band ; " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your...graves of your sires ; GOD— and your native land !" They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 стор.
...Greek!" He woke — to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast, As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band, " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1843 - 524 стор.
...Greek!" He woke — to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : — " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars... | |
 | Readings - 1843 - 466 стор.
...Strike—for your altars and your fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud; And heard with voice as trumpet loud, God, and your native land!" They piled the ground with Moslem slain, They conquered—but Bozzaris... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 стор.
...they. 3. An hour passed on — the Turk awoke ; And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike — for your altars... | |
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And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your .native land... 
