 | 1856 - 706 trang
...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...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we beard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down.... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 trang
...head, And we far away on the billow I Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er bis cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck,...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... | |
 | Frederic Charles Cook - 1851 - 118 trang
...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 little he'll reck...struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 trang
...the spirit that 's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he '11 reck, if they '11 let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid...retiring ; A.nd we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was suLenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 trang
...! 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, In the grave...But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'cl the hour for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1995 - 212 trang
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the hillow! But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In...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... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - 2000 - 324 trang
...away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,-^ But half of our heavy task was done, When the...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... | |
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Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring;... 
