 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 pages
...voices from the dead! XXXVIII. The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp—for there— The silence dwells of my despair! XXXIX. " But hark, the trump !—to morrow thou... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 pages
...the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft J Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 pages
...the dead ! xxxvni. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafTd ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shan Î Ah ! there in desolation cold. The deeert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 400 pages
...voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 pages
...the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
 | English poetry - 1836 - 514 pages
...the dead ! xxxvin. -' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff d ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone And stones themselves to ruin grown Like me, ore death-like old. Then seek we not their... | |
 | Oratory - 1836 - 362 pages
...voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nations quaffed, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...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 !... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Bookbinding - 1837 - 328 pages
...voices from the dead ! Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed, And by my side, in battle true,' A thousand warriors...— for* there — The silence dwells of my despair ! But hark, the. trump !— to morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 pages
...empty tread, XXXVIII.. Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred 'nation quaffed, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...Where grass o'ergrows each, mouldering bone, . And stories themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, — for... | |
 | Walter Scott - Demonology - 1838 - 1198 pages
...voices from the dead ! u. Or shall we cross yon mountains bine. Whose streams my kindred nation quafTd ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass overgrows each mould'ring boue, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then... | |
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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 : Then seek... 
