 On, on, like a cloud, through their beautiful vales, ' Ye locusts of tyranny, blasting them o'er — Fill, fill up their wide sunny waters, ye sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore ! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of...  The Westminster Review - Pàgina 221824Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Richard Carlile - 1822 - 1008 pàgines
...dominion still of a small groupe of adventuring Normans ? If so, " May our fate be a mock word, may the men of all lands " Laugh out with a scorn that shall ring t«i tlie poles, " May the swords that we cowards don't take in our hands " Be forged into fetters... | |
 | 1821 - 614 pàgines
...sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock-word— may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls ! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base... | |
 | 1821 - 612 pàgines
...sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock- word — may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls ! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pàgines
...sails, 7 From each slave-mart in Europe, and poison their shore. May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out with a scorn that shall...! And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driven, Bnsa» slaves ! may the whet of their agony be, To think — as the damned haply think of the heaven... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 224 pàgines
...fill up their wide sunny waters, ye sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore ! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls. And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driven, Base slaves... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 316 pàgines
...each slav'e'-mart of Europe, and poison shore ! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lauds Laugh out, with a Scorn that shall ring to the poles When each sword, that the cowards let fall from thei; hands, Shall be forged into fetters to enter their souls ! ' And deep, and more deep, as the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pàgines
...sails, From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore. May their fate he a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out with a scorn that shall...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base... | |
 | Johannes Wit - 1827 - 512 pàgines
...That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be suck'd out by tyrants, or stagnate in chains ! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall lie forged into daggers to enter their souls. And chip , and more deep , as the iron is driven, Base... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pàgines
...ill. iill up their wide sunny waters, ye sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands Laugh out, with л scorn that shall ring to the poles. When each sword that the cowards let fall from their hands Shall... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pàgines
...sails, From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall...may the whet of their agony be To think — as the damned haply think of that heaven They had once in their reach — that they might have been free !... | |
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