 | Lyre - 1841 - Страниц: 374
...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...sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 58 BUIUALJJF SIR JOHN MOORE. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - Страниц: 366
...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...sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 58 BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for... | |
 | Book - 1841 - Страниц: 164
...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 clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was suddenly firing.... | |
 | 1862 - Страниц: 512
...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 where...But 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... | |
 | Old Humphrey - 1842 - Страниц: 366
...Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But little he '11 reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where...But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1825 - Страниц: 622
...gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid hirr^, — But little he'll reek, if they let him sleep on Jn the grave where a Briton has laid him. " But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; ' And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 504
...And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he 'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the gnue where 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, by the distant and random gun, That the (be was suddenly... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 414
...Liphtly they'll think of the spirit that's gone, But still we will never upbraid them, — For little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Father has laid him. Soon was our hard and heavy task done, When, warned it was time for retiring,... | |
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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... 
