 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 頁
...down thino ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire : — Giv« me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed, — his slack hand fell ; —... | |
 | Quaver - 1844 - 552 頁
...those glassy eyea put light ; be still, keep down thine ire, Bid those cold lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire. Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed, Thou canst not ! and, oh king, his blood be mountains on thy head... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 440 頁
...glance, the heart I sought, — give answer, where are they? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1845 - 382 頁
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they 1 — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 頁
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they?- — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! "Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 頁
...glance, the heart I sought — gave answer, where are they ?— If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be sti|l ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 頁
...those glassy eyes put light ; he still, keep down thine ire, Bid those cold lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire. Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed, Thou canst not ! and, oh king, his blood be mountains on thy head... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1846 - 398 頁
...eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I...whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed ; his slack hand fell ; — upon... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 頁
...eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak, this earth is not my sire! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst nut— and a king ? — His dnst be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed; his slack hand fell,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 頁
...glance, the heart I sought — gave answer, where are they? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
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Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire! Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed! Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be... 
