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" Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. "
The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ... - Side 77
1826
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Annual Register, Volum 59

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 sider
...shroud we bound him; But he lay liks a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly pazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 sider
...shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 sider
...shroud, we bound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; i But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volum 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 sider
...shroud we bound h;m. But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of 'sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, Volum 2

1818 - 506 sider
...in*»hnMid, we boned him Bn' he lay like a warrior taking IN - rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said • And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazrd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thonght of the morrow. We thought, n« we hollow'd his...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 1

1817 - 708 sider
...shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, ' And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, Volum 1

1817 - 694 sider
...shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 sider
...shroud we bound him , But he lay like a WARRIOR taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him ! Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of THE DEAD, And we bitterly thought on the morrow! UPNOft CASTLK. •...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ...

1818 - 798 sider
...shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...
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Annual Register, Volum 59

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 sider
...shroud we bound him ; But he lay 'like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. t We thought, as we hollowed...
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