 But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food. Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern...  National Lyrics - Página 58de John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 104 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Abiel Abbot Livermore - 1850 - 324 páginas
...the battle rolled ; In his sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. " But the holy Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...a strange and Northern tongue. " Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | 1853 - 442 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | 1853 - 458 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1856 - 470 páginas
...twilight, wide apart' the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring... | |
 | 1857 - 452 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1858 - 426 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeniau bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1859 - 356 páginas
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
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