 PIPES of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills ; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of broom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower, Have heard your sweetest strain...  Ballou's Monthly Magazine - Pàgina 5081868Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Adelaide Patterson - 1922 - 180 pàgines
...droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,...glade; But the sweetest of all music The pipes at Lucknow played. Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled, and nearer crept; Round and round the jungle-serpent... | |
 | Adelaide Patterson - 1922 - 182 pàgines
...droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,...mountain, loch, and glade; But the sweetest of all music Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled, and nearer crept; Round and round the jungle-serpent Near... | |
 | Frederick Watson - 1925 - 364 pàgines
...the torrents, The treble of the rills ! Not the braes of broom and heather, Nor the mountains black with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower, Have heard your sweetest strain ! The Pipes of Lucknow. LUCKNOW was fated to hear of three advances to its relief. The initial attempt... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Edward Douglas Snyder - 1927 - 1288 pàgines
...droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of bloom and heather, 5 Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,...Dear to the Lowland reaper, And plaided mountaineer, — 10 To the cottage and the castle The Scottish pipes are dear; — Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch... | |
 | Frank Jones - 1943 - 92 pàgines
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 | Robert Penn Warren - 1971 - 222 pàgines
...droning of the torrents, The treble of the rills! Not the braes of broom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,...glade; But the sweetest of all music The pipes at Lucknow played. Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled, and nearer crept; Round and round the jungle-serpent... | |
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