 | 1809 - 572 páginas
...its flowers! Unheard their clock repeats its hours!— Cold is the hearth within their bowers! — And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty...yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafil; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft.' Ah! there in desolation... | |
 | Richard Cumberland - 1809 - 518 páginas
...world ? " ' Seek we thy ouce-lov'd home ? " ' The hand is gone that cropt its flow'rs ! " ' Unheard the clock repeats its hours ! " ' Cold is the hearth within...mountains blue, '' ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'ds " ' And by my side, in battle true, " ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft? " ' Ah ! there... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 páginas
...home? — ' The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours! — f Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! — ' And...empty tread, ' Would sound like voices from the dead! XXXVIII. ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1809 - 458 páginas
...flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours ! — Cold is the hearth within their bowers ! — And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would gound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my... | |
 | 1810 - 438 páginas
...or die !* But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissa roam the world ? Seek we thy once-lov'd home ? The...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff 'd ; And by... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 páginas
...bolt of death is hurl'd, ' Ah! whither then with thee to fly, ' Shall Outalissi roam the world F ' Seek we thy once-lov'd home ?— ' The hand is gone...empty tread, * Would sound like voices from the dead! XXXVIII. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 páginas
...world? ' Seek we thy once-lov'd home? — ' The hand is gone that crept its flowere : VOL. I. E 73 ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours! ' Cold is the...empty tread, ' Would sound like voices from the dead! XXXVIII. ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by... | |
 | 1809 - 448 páginas
...its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours !—- Cold is the hearth withm their howers ! — And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVHI. " Or shall we cross yon mountains hlue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed; And hy my... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1814 - 274 páginas
...roam the world ? ' Seek we thy once-lov'd home ? — ' The hand is gone that cropt its flowers : E ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours ! ' Cold is...empty tread, ' Would sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff 'd ; ' And... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 188 páginas
...most : ' She was the rainbow to thy sight ! ' Thy sun — thy heav'n — of lost delight! XXXVII. ' To-morrow let us do or die ! ' But when the bolt of...mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quafTd ? ' And by my side, in battle true, ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? ' Ah ! there in desolation... | |
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And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. 
