 Leaped up to his lips, when low murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken ; Then, drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling.  The Civil War in Song and Story, 1860-1865 - Página 78por Frank Moore - 1889 - 560 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...to its place, A» If to keep down the heartBwelllng, He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree. The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light. Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was... | |
 | Sir William Howard Russell - 1861 - 1102 páginas
...over bis eyes, He (lashes off tears that are welling. And gathers his gun closer np to its place As ff to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree. — The footstep is lugging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of liffW Toward the shade of the forest... | |
 | 1862 - 500 páginas
...his gun closer up to his place, As if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, tho blasted pine tree — The footstep is lagging and...Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest as dreary. HI ik I was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ! Was... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 páginas
...his sleeve roughly over his eyes, . He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1843 - 260 páginas
...face dark and grim, THE INTERMEDIATE HEADER. 7. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, His footstep is lagging' and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. 8. Hark 1 was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ?... | |
 | William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - 354 páginas
...to keep down the heart-swelling. v. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ?... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 páginas
...his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,... | |
 | 1864 - 356 páginas
...his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1864 - 418 páginas
...his sleeve roughly over hia eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 páginas
...his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,... | |
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