 Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.  The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from ... - Pàgina 277per Scottish songs - 1816Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Walter Scott - 1860 - 656 pàgines
...take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never. CHORUS. Eku foro, &c. Never, O never. XL Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her?...Where mingles war's rattle, With groans of the dying. CHORUS. JEleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted;... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 pàgines
...Scarce arc boughs waving ; 368 There thy rest shall thou take, Parted forever, Never again to wake. Never, O never ! Where shall the traitor rest, He...Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted ; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...laving : There, while the tempests sway, Parted for ever, Never again to wake Never, O never! Eleu loro Never, O never ! Where shall the traitor rest, He,...Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying. O'er the falsehearted ; His warm blood the wolf shall lap Her... | |
 | Cosmos - 1861 - 376 pàgines
...let matters remain as they were, till time should bring about a change in them. CHAPTEE THE SIXTH. Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted ; His heart's blood the wolf shall lap E'er... | |
 | Henry Twells - 1862 - 262 pàgines
...near A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, — "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, " Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying ! " So the notes rung; — ' Avoid thee, fiend ! with cruel hand 'Shake not the dying sinner's sand;... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1863 - 438 pàgines
...near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, " Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!'' So the notes rung;— " Avoid thee, Fiend! with cruel hand, " Shake not the dying sinner's sand! "... | |
 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 pàgines
...near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying .' So the notes rung ; — " Avoid thee, Fiend ! — with cruel hand, Shake not the dying sinner's... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 pàgines
...near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!" So the notes rung ; " Avoid thee, fiend ! — with cruel hand, Shake not the dying sinner's sand !... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 344 pàgines
...waving; there thy rest shalt thou take, parted for ever, never again to wake — • never, O never! 173 Where shall the traitor rest, he, the deceiver, who...where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying. FS II. $ Her wing shall the eagle flap o'er the false-hearted; his warm blood the wolf shall lap ere... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 pàgines
...was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost tattle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying !" So the notes rung ; " Avoid thee, Fiend ! — with cruel hand Shake not the dying sinner's sand... | |
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