 | Quaver - 1844 - 552 páginas
...him. But half our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly...him. down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. MAY HE WHO WANTS... | |
 | 1844 - 452 páginas
...When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the fee was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory f We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone — with his glory. A SHORT TALE... | |
 | Weldon Thornton - 1968 - 568 páginas
...John Moore," by Irish clergyman and poet Charles Wolfe (1791-1823). The final stanza of the ode says, "slowly and sadly we laid him down,/ From the field of his fame, fresh and gory;/ We carved not a line, we raised not a stone—/ But we left him alone in his glonr" (see Hoagland,... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 372 páginas
...the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory! DEFINITIONS.... | |
 | Zack R. Bowen - 1974 - 394 páginas
...which relates the last hurried rites accorded the British leader by his vanquished and retreating army: Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory — We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory! When the origin... | |
 | James Chapman - 378 páginas
...clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory, We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. Anon. 20. The Lady1s... | |
 | Benedict Richard O'Gorman Anderson - 1991 - 244 páginas
...pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head And we far away on the billow . . . 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down. From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone But we left him alone with his glory! The lines celebrate... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1995 - 212 páginas
...lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the hillow! But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In...him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. HENRY CLAY WORK... | |
 | Arnold D. Harvey - 1998 - 350 páginas
...our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning . . . But half of our heavy task was done When the clock...him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. With its restraint... | |
 | John Beatty - 1998 - 404 páginas
...we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. * * * * Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a Vine, we raised not a stone, But left him aloue with his glory." 13. We are in a field... | |
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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. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring... 
