 | British poets - 1828
...the avenger's joy ! just. But thec, my flower, whose breath was given By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee to weep : Nor »ill the Christian host. Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 497 頁
...The spirits of the while man's heav'n Forbid not thee to weep : — N'or will the Christian host, Xor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, lake a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most: She was the rainbow to thy sight! Thy sun— thy... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 221 頁
...the avenger's joy ! XXXVI. But thee, my flower whose breath was given By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee...Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight ! XXXVII. To-momw let us do or die ! But when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 221 頁
...the avenger's joy! XXXVI. But thee, my flower whose breath was given By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee...loved thee most: She was the rainbow to thy sight! Thy sun—thy heaven—of lost delight! XXXVII. To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the bolt of death... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 38 頁
...the avenger's joy ! XXXVI. But thee, my flower whose breath was given By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee...her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sigk. Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delignt . XXXVH. To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830
...flow'r, whose breath was giv'n By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heav'n Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian...She was the rainbow to thy sight ! Thy sun — thy heav'n — of lost delight ! xxxvn. To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the bolt of dealh is hurl'd,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 480 頁
...light us to the foe : And we shall share, my Christian boy ! The foeman's blood, the avenger's joy ! To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting take a...thee most: She was the rainbow to thy. sight ! Thy gun— thy heaven— of lost delight ! " To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the bolt of death is... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 488 頁
...flow'r, whose breath was giv'n By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the while man's heav'n Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy lather's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve. Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 221 頁
...avenger's joy ! XXXVI. . But thee, my flower whose breath was given . By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee...her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sigk. Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delignt . XXXVII. To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the... | |
 | 1836 - 444 頁
...flow'r, whose breath was giv'n By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heav'n Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian...She was the rainbow to thy sight ! Thy sun — thy heav'n — of lost delight! xxxvn. " To-morrow let us do or die ! But when the bolt of death is hurl'd,... | |
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Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most: She was the rainbow to thy sight; Thy sun — thy heaven—... 
