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" And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,— alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall... "
Swinton's Fifth Reader and Speaker - หน้า 401
โดย William Swinton - 1883 - 479 หน้า
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, เล่มที่ 192

1900 - 608 หน้า
...clumsy ; so that though he recovers himself in the final line, the general effect is much damaged : ' Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve...Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array....

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, เล่มที่ 196

1902 - 642 หน้า
...were almost forced from him despite his will by the spirit of poetry : ' Last noon beheld them lull of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay. The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms ; the day Battle's magnificently stern array...

The Amusing chronicle, a weekly repository for miscellaneous ..., เล่มที่ 1

1816 - 274 หน้า
...instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve...Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshaling in anus, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...

The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., เล่มที่ 58

Edmund Burke - 1817 - 860 หน้า
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over tlie unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld...

The Quarterly Review, เล่มที่ 16

1817 - 590 หน้า
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. ' Last noon...

Annual Register, เล่มที่ 58

Edmund Burke - 1817 - 860 หน้า
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this liery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and...

Blackwood's Magazine, เล่มที่ 11

1822 - 932 หน้า
...inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave. Alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, While now beneath them ; but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low." These verses,...

The works of ... lord Byron, เล่มที่ 7-8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 หน้า
...e'er grieves, Over the uureturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass "YVJiich now beneath them , but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling 0ii the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon...

Journal of an Officer in the Commissariat Department of the Army: Comprising ...

John Edgecombe Daniel - 1820 - 532 หน้า
...tear-drops as they pass, Qrieving, if aught inanimate e'er griev«s, Over the unrotuvning brave — alas '. Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In i is next verdure, when tins fiery mass Of living vuluur, rolling on the foe And. burning' with high...

The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 หน้า
...tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon...




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