 | John Epy Lovell - 1843 - 524 pàgines
...white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come !" Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be...In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall molder cold and low. Last noon beheld... | |
 | 1843 - 368 pàgines
...leaves, Dewy with Nature's teardrops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, alas ! Ere evening to be trodden...the grass "Which now beneath them, but above shall growIn its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe [low. And burning... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 548 pàgines
...now beneath them, but above shall grow ,£ '5T - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass* i.' • Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low XXVIII. / ri ' i ' Last noon 'beheld them full of lusty life, / • Last eve in Beauty's circle... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 pàgines
...leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now benealh them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling... | |
 | Quaver - 1844 - 552 pàgines
...leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving — if aught inanimate e'er grieves — Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be...the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder culd and low. The midnight brought the signal sound of strife, The morn, the marshalling in arms —... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pàgines
...nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturm'ng brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the...And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1817 - 862 pàgines
...leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass. Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be...And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay. The midnight... | |
 | 1816 - 592 pàgines
...leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be...And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. ' Lost noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The... | |
 | James Chapman - 378 pàgines
...nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturuiug brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the...this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe Aud burning with high hope, shall moulder cold aml low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last... | |
 | Ross Greig Woodman - 1992 - 200 pàgines
...as well as for grass. Here are the lines that do it all: first the ones about how those soldiers are "Ere evening to be trodden like the grass / Which now beneath them, but above shall grow" and then the succeeding ones about how The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay... | |
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And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass... 
