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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. "
Selections, from Several Literary Works: Comprising The Declaration of ... - Side 154
redigeret af - 1824 - 153 sider
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 195 sider
...clock 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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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817
...lu the grave where a Britoa has laid him. But half of our heavy tjsk was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant random...down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not n stone,— But we left him alone with his glory. ART. 11. THESPIAN...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, Bind 1

1817
...heavy task was done, When the clock tolled the hour for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly...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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Spirit of the English Magazines, Bind 2

1818
...heavy ta>k was 'lorn-, When the clock toll'd tiie hour for retiring, And v*c heard by the distant nnd random gun. That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly...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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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817
...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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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 1

1817
...willingly When the clock tolled the hour for re- would I grant it !" tiring ; And we heard by thedistantand random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, Frpm the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left...
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The European Magazine, and London Review, Bind 72

1817
...done. When the clock toll'd the hour for retir. i"S. And »e beard by the distant and r..ntlom K«n, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him duwn, From the field of his fame fresh aad gory, We carved not a line, we raised not a slant, But we...
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Annual Register, Bind 59

Edmund Burke - 1818
...heavy task was done, • When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring} ' And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly...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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Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse ..., Bind 1–3

1818
...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 raise,"...
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The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror, Bind 5

1825
...our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for rerlrtor: 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 nil fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his...
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