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Seite 110 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 111 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,— But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 155 - Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view ; We, therefore, need not part. Where wilt thou dwell^ if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas ! dost thou prepare The sweets, that I was wont to share, The banquet of thy smiles...
Seite 99 - My stockings there I often knit, my kerchief there I hem ; and there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, sir, when it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, and eat my supper there.
Seite 203 - EPITAPH. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother : Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Seite 100 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Seite 99 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
Seite 98 - She answered, Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Seite 110 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.