 | Andrew Comstock - 1874 - 286 sider
...keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire : — , Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place : His hope was crushed, his after-fate untold in martial strain : — His... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1874 - 346 sider
...still! keep down thine ire,— Bid these white lips a blessing speak,— This earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, For whom my blood was shed;— Thou canst not—-and a king - ?— His dust be mountains on thy head!" Upon his horse Bernardo sprang, Defiance... | |
 | 1876 - 732 sider
...still! keep down thine ire ! — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire : Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood...— Thou canst not ?— and a king !— his dust be mountain^ on thy head." •f He loosed the steed — his slack hand fell ; — upon the silent face... | |
 | 1876 - 734 sider
...b'.ood was shed 1 — Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountain.* on thy hi-ad." , He loosed the steed— his slack hand fell ; — upon...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned fivrn that sad place : His hope was crushed, his after fate untold in martial strain : His banner... | |
 | Thomas Nelson Publishers - 1879 - 448 sider
...still, keep down thine ire ! — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place: His hope was crushed — his after-fate untold in martial strain — His... | |
 | Alfred Macleod - 1877 - 238 sider
...these cold lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Gi ve me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not, —...his dust be mountains on thy head ! " He loosed the rein — his slack hand fell ; — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, mournful glance, and... | |
 | Code poetical reader - 1877 - 168 sider
...ire ! * — jre, anger, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not rage. my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed ! Thou canst not ? — and, O king ! his dust be mountains on thy head ! " 45 He loosed the steed — his slack hand fell ; upon... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1878 - 696 sider
...still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood...shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ! His dust bo mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed ; his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1879 - 672 sider
...still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood...face He cast one long, deep, troubled look — then turned from that sad place : His hope was crushed, his after-fate untold in martial strain, — His... | |
 | Evan Daniel - 1879 - 304 sider
...Be still! keep down thine ire; Bid these cold lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire; Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed; Thou canst not — and a king ! His blood be mountains on thy head!" He loosed the steed, his slack hand fell ; upon the silent face He... | |
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Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust... 
