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" Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. "
The Annual Biography and Obituary - Side 81
1826
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 sider
...to1 I'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant random gun That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. London Courier. TRANSLATION...
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 sider
...told the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. THE MARRIAGE OF SIR...
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An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 sider
...the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant and random gun That the foe was suddenly firing ! Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his FAME fresh and gory, We carv'd not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his OLOKY ! UPNOR CASTLE, on the opposite side of...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, Bind 1

1817 - 694 sider
...the hour for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory: We carved not я line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with hin glory. THE MOSS ROSE. •...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 sider
...tolf'd the hour for retiring, And we beard the distant random gun That the foe was suddenly tiring. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, — But we left him alone with his glory. ART. 11. THESPIAN...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, Bind 2

1818 - 506 sider
...tiie hour for retiring, And v*c heard by the distant nnd random gun. That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fn sli and gory, We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, Bat we left him alone in hi* glory. PARAPHRASE...
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Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse ..., Bind 1–3

1818 - 596 sider
...hour for retiring-; And we heard the distant and random gun, That tue foe was suddenly firing. Slswly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone with his gloryAnd so he shall sleep, tho' the foeshou'd...
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Annual Register, Bind 59

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 sider
...hour for retiring} ' And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. MR. MR. CAMPBELL'S...
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Travels in England, France, Spain, and the Barbary States: In the Years 1813 ...

Mordecai Manuel Noah - 1819 - 508 sider
...tolled the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory, We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, Put we left him alone with his glory." London paper,' Our...
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British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820 - 280 sider
...the hour for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random guq, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. Sir John Moore, was...
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