 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 sider
...narrow bed, Anil smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his ha And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk...that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, Bui nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has luid him. But half... | |
 | Richard Ford - 1966 - 570 sider
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 | Michael R. Turner - 1967 - 272 sider
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 | 1884 - 208 sider
...tread o'er his head, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk...spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — liut little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But... | |
 | 1892 - 244 sider
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 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 534 sider
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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.... 
