 | English poetry - 1885 - 668 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - English poetry - 1885 - 702 pages
...the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And hy my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew...themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. cries, Then seek we not their camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair ! " But hark, the... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1885 - 476 pages
...For Latin Alcaics. Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ? And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, Like me, are death-hke old. And stones themselves to ruin grown, Then seek we not their camp—for... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, John Hogben - English poetry - 1885 - 296 pages
...XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed 1 And by my aide, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft...cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruins grown, Like me, are death-like old.... | |
 | Literature - 1886 - 552 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...mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like rne, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, for there The silence dwells of my despair. "... | |
 | 1887 - 410 pages
...there in desolation cold, Where grass o'ergrows*each mouldering bone. The desert serpent dwells alone. And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are...camp, —for there The silence dwells of my despair! "But hark, thj trump!— to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears: E'en from the land of... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrop - American literature - 1888 - 712 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...Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent sleeps alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1888 - 698 pages
...voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaflfd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shafi? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1893 - 696 pages
...voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaflfd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair. 4 But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894 - 862 pages
...voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafPd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors...dwells' alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bonfl, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp... | |
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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... 
