 This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word ; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high...  THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE - Pàgina 463per HODGES SMITH - 1856Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | James Wareing Bardsley - 1876 - 390 pàgines
...desolate tomb " without a name," which reminds us strangely of the sleeping-place of him who had --• " God's own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave." We rapidly rise and soon emerge on the crest of the Mishor — the Belka — the vast undulating table-land... | |
 | Blanche Willis Howard - 1878 - 266 pàgines
...and fired one gun just as the morning star dropped below the horizon. " And had he not high honor? The hillside for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave — ." Certainly, nothing less than the "Burial... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 pàgines
...pen, On the deathless page, words half so sage, As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour? —Layard. 3003. REVENGE : scorned by the wise. A NOODLE ; The dark rock-pines like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely... | |
 | Blanche Willis Howard - 1877 - 264 pàgines
...just as the morning star dropped below the horizon. " And had he not high honor? The hillside for hi» pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plnme», Over his bier to wave — ." Certainly, nothing less than the "Burial... | |
 | 1877 - 954 pàgines
...for a poll. To lie in átate, while angels wait With stare for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave. And God's own hand im that lonely land To lay him in the .grave ? " But it was not only this ; a greater " recompense... | |
 | 1906 - 334 pàgines
...he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor? The hillside for his pall, To lie in state where angels wait With stars for tapers tall ; And the dark...that lonely land, To lay him in the grave — In that strange grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again — most wondrous thoughtBefore... | |
 | Franklin Thomas Baker, George Rice Carpenter, Jennie Freeborn Owens - 1906 - 504 pàgines
...page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. 15 And had he not high honor — The hillside for a pall, — To lie in state while angels wait, With...— And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, 20 Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave ? O lonely... | |
 | Isabel Moore - 1906 - 360 pàgines
...pen On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor? The hillside for his pall ; To lie in state while...angels wait With stars for tapers tall ; And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave ; And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To... | |
 | 1906 - 810 pàgines
...still will be, MACAULAY, Virginia, st, 2 Honour, — And had he not high honour? The hillside for a pall; To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall; And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To... | |
 | Charles Welsh - 1907 - 1184 pàgines
...a pall ? To lie in state, while angels wait, with stars for tapers tall ? And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, over his bier to wave ! And God's own hand, in that lonely land, to lay him In that strange grave without a name, — whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again, O wondrous thought... | |
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