 REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter...  The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Pàgina 37per Robert Louis Stevenson - 1906Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1956 - 640 pàgines
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 | Royal Institution of Great Britain - 1896 - 758 pàgines
...ordinary death as of a hearty exploit, and draws his figure* from lives of adventure and toil : — " Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I lire and gladly die. And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lie»... | |
 | American Street Railway Association. Meeting - 1893 - 1022 pàgines
...unambitious mule. I think this moribund car horse may well say, in the language of Robert Louis Stevenson: " Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Sad did I live and gladly die." (Applause.) The technical press will constantly herald and will continue... | |
 | 1894 - 540 pàgines
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 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1922 - 1000 pàgines
...has in the manuscript an extra stanza, placed be^i . r •'• tween the two ever-famuiar verses. XX Requiem , , • , , , "Under the wide and starry sky,...live and gladly die And I laid me down with a will. Here shall be rest for evermo, And the heart for aye shall be still This be the verse you grave for... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1888 - 338 pàgines
...Such a passage is surely the following "Requiem " : " Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave und let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I...grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Some is the sailor, home from sea, Atul the hunter home from the hill." The greater number of these... | |
 | Halkett Lord, Richard Halkett - 1888 - 572 pàgines
...pretentious lyrics, and volumes and cycles of lyrics, have long gone silent ?— Under the wide and starrr sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live...gladly die. And I laid me down with a will. This be the verge you grave for me: Here he Пев where he l-nged to be; Borne is the sailor, hnme from sea, And... | |
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