How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is... With the Poets: A Selection of English Poetry - Página 115por Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 290 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| 1832 - 510 páginas
...all their country's wishes blest ! When spring with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than fancy's...rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; — And freedom shall awhile... | |
| John Newland Maffitt - 1832 - 254 páginas
...simplicity, and romance with reality : — ' How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When spring, with dewy fingers cold,...sweeter sod • Than fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy-hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There honor comes, a pilgrim... | |
| James Montgomery - 1833 - 348 páginas
...their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's...the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall a while repair To dwell, a weeping hermit there." COLLINS. Again ; what a quantity of thought is here... | |
| James Montgomery - 1833 - 368 páginas
...When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress o sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. " By...the turf that wraps their, clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair To dwell, a weeping hermit there." COLLINS. Again ; what a quantity of thought is here... | |
| Sir William Hoste (1st bart), Lady Harriet Walpole Hoste - 1833 - 348 páginas
...all their country's wishes blest; When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than fancy's...their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit... | |
| Sir William Hoste (1st Bart.) - 1833 - 352 páginas
...all their country's wishes blest; When Spring, with dewy fingers cold. Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than fancy's...their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit... | |
| James Montgomery - 1833 - 528 páginas
...hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. " By Fairy-hands their knell is rung-, By Forms unseen their dirge...bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom dial! a while repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there." COLLINS. Again ; what a quantity of thought... | |
| Joseph Tinker Buckingham, Edwin Buckingham, Samuel Gridley Howe, John Osborne Sargent, Park Benjamin - 1833 - 550 páginas
...constitutions, sunk into an early grave. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, With all their country's wishes blest. 'When spring, with dewy fingers cold,...dress a sweeter sod, Than fancy's feet have ever trod. There Honor cornea, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf, that wraps their clay ; — And Freedom shall... | |
| Lyman Cobb - 1834 - 238 páginas
...deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. 2. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen...shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! — COLLINS. LfiSSON Home. 1. WHERE burns the loved hearth brightest Cheering the social breast ?... | |
| John Evans - 1834 - 306 páginas
...all their COUNTRY'S wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than Fancy's...their dirge is sung ! There HONOUR comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And FREEDOM shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping... | |
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