 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1880 - 648 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafPd, And by my side, in battle... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1880 - 826 pages
...voices from the dead I ' 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? Ah I there. In desolation cold, The dt-sert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'er^ruwu each mouldering... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - English poetry - 1881 - 654 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - English literature - 1882 - 420 pages
...Unheard their clock repeats its horn's ! Cold is the hearth within their bowers ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound...voices from the dead! XXXVIII. "Or shall we cross you mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - English language - 1882 - 136 pages
...hand is gone that cropt its flowers ; Cold is the hearth within their bowers ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead. 23. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling so 1 The old man... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - 1878 - 232 pages
...Unheard their clock repeats its hours : Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! And should we thither roam, Its echoes and its empty tread Would sound like voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains bine, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Indian captivities - 1883 - 40 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead I ''Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed? And by my side,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead. * Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1883 - 734 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead. 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1884 - 654 pages
...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 sound like voices from the dead, 'Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in... | |
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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... 
