 | Thomas Campbell - Children's literature - 1858 - 118 pages
...! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me,...— for there — The silence dwells of my despair ! " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fire shalt dry thy tears : E'en from the land... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Elocution - 1858 - 516 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaffed; And, by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each moldering bone And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old; Then seek we not their... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Children's literature - 1858 - 120 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft '? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1859 - 424 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaff'd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew 'the shaft? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering hone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not their camp,... | |
 | Lewis H. Miner - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 1866 - 168 pages
...voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent...dwells of my despair ! XXXIX. " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears : E'en from the land of shadows now My father's... | |
 | 1866 - 524 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaflfd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...dwells of my despair ! XXXIX. But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears ; Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1866 - 506 pages
...streams my kindred nation quafPd, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...death-like old. Then seek we not their camp, — for there — XXXIX. But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shall dry thy tears ; Ev'n from... | |
 | Henry Coppée - Readers and speakers - 1867 - 588 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaffed, And by my side, in buttle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there, in desolation cold, The desert serpent...— for there— The silence dwells of my despair ! But hark, the trump !— to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tcara: Even from the land... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1870 - 456 pages
...streams my kindred nation quaffed ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent...— for there — The silence dwells of my despair 1 xxxix. " But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow tbou In glory's fire shall dry thy tears : Even from... | |
 | Walter Scott - Demonology - 1870 - 488 pages
...streams my kindred nation quafTd ; And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah! there in desolation cold, The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mould'ring bone. And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old. Then seek we not... | |
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And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek... 
