 | Samuel Rogers - English poetry - 1839 - 510 pages
...the dead ! xxxvm. " Or shall we cross yon mountains bine, Whose streams my kindred nation quafTd ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...desolation cold. The desert serpent dwells alone, \ Where gross o'ergrows each mould'ring bone And stones themselves to ruin grown Like me, are death-like old.... | |
 | Oratory - 1840 - 452 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...— for there — The silence dwells of my despair! " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears ! Even from the land... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1840 - 376 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...death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, — for there — But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1840 - 426 pages
...and its empty tread, " 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 1 Ah! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering... | |
 | Walter Scott - English literature - 1841 - 464 pages
...voices from the dead! "Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafTd; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, * This expression occurs in Burns's Bannockburn; yet it is a kind of common property,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 pages
...from the dead! XXXVIII. "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 shaft? Ah! there in desolation coid. The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone And stones themselves... | |
 | American poetry - 1842 - 504 pages
...voices from the dead! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafFd? 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... | |
 | American poetry - 1862 - 512 pages
...! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone ; And stones themselves, to ruin grown Like me,...death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, — for tLere — The silence dwells of my despair!" " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's... | |
 | American poetry - 1842 - 480 pages
...alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone ; And stones themselves, to ruin grown Like me, arc death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, — for there — The silence dwells of my despair!" " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Even from the land... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - English poetry - 1843 - 516 pages
...the dead ! xxxvm. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue. Whose streams my kindred nation quu/Fd ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrmvs each mould'ring bone 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... 
