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" We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him... "
The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review - Side 296
redigeret af - 1817
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The Annual Register of World Events: A Review of the Year, Bind 59

Edmund Burke - 1819
...the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, Bui nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has luid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring; And we...
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The Port Folio

1817
...tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock to1 I'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the...
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 195 sider
...of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid...But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing....
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The European Magazine, and London Review, Bind 72

1817
...on his in-..' ' . And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him. But nothing he'll...In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half our heavy task was done. When the clock toll'd the hour for retir. i"S. And »e beard by the distant...
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An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817
...of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold.ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'Jl reck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a BRITON has laid him! But half of uur heavy task was done When the clock told the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant and...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 1

1817
...Spring was sleeping in the shade of a Rose-bush. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep And when he awoke, with friendly look on he said • " Loveliest of my children ! I In the grave where...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, Bind 1

1817
...far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that Ч gone, And o'er liis cold ¡Lshes upbraid him, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the'gravc where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock tolled the...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Annual Register, Bind 59

Edmund Burke - 1818
...tread o'er hi* head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...half of our 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...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Bind 59

Edmund Burke - 1818
...tread o'er his head, And we far away on tht/billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has hud him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring; And we heard...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse ..., Bind 1–3

1818
...his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on In the grave whore a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring-; And we heard the distant and random gun, That tue foe was suddenly firing....
Fuld visning - Om denne bog




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