...pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. — Thomson. 4. With fruitless labor, Clara bound And strove to stanch the gushing wound: The Monk,...not hear, For that she ever sung, • " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying ! " So the notes...

...down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound: The Monk,...could not hear For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Wlwre minyhs war's rattle with yroaas i/ the dying/" So the notes...

...waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.—Thomson. 4. With fruitless labor, Clara bound And strove to stanch the gushing wound: The Monk,...could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne -down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!" So .the notes...

...trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound. And strove to stanch the gushing wound : Tim Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's...said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was In his car, And that the priest lie could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne doirn...

...the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave. With fruitless labor, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk,...could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle., borne down by the flying, Where mingles ivar's rattle ivith groans of fit dymf /* So the notes...

...dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound : The Monk,...priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, '/« the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!'...

...dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound : The Monk,...priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, '/» the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle -with groans of the dying!'...

...he sunk, ' Supported by the trembling monk. With fruitless labour Clara bound And strove to staunch the gushing wound : The monk, with unavailing cares,...could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!" So the notes...

...dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to staunch, the gushing wound : The Monk, with unavailing cares,...could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying '. ' So the notes...

...dubious verge of battle fought, To shrive the dying, bless the dead. With fruitless labor, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound : The monk,...he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was on his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost batik, borne...