 This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high...  The baptist Magazine - Sivu 6241859Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Bourchier Wrey Savile - 1861 - 314 sivua
...pall, To lie in ftate while angels wait, With ftars for tapers tall ; The dark rock-pines, like toffing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand, in that lovely land, To lay him in the grave ? In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay... | |
 | Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch - 1861 - 364 sivua
...so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor ? The hill-side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock pines like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land To lay... | |
 | Hymns - 1861 - 464 sivua
...sage, As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour ? , The cloud-wreath for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall ; And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land, To lay... | |
 | William Jordan Unwin - 1862 - 374 sivua
...his pall, To lie iu state while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall ; And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's...grave. In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again, most wondrous thought ! Before the judgment day; And stand, with... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1862 - 180 sivua
...To lie in date, while angels wait With dars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines, like toffing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand...that lonely land To lay him in the grave ? In that ftrange grave without a name, Whence his uncoffin'd clay Shall break again, O wondrous thought! Before... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1862 - 180 sivua
...To lie in ftate, while angels wait With ftars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines, like toffing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land To lay him in the grave t In that ftrange grave without a name, Whence his uncoffin'd clay Shall break again, O wondrous thought... | |
 | Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 sivua
...The dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And Clod's own hand, in that lovely land, To lay him in the grave ! In that deep grave without a nnme, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again — most wondrous thought !Before the Judgment-day... | |
 | Lays - 1862 - 406 sivua
...so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour ? The hill-side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall. And the dark rook pines like tossing plumss Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land To lay... | |
 | Bourchier Wrey Savile - 1862 - 308 sivua
...pall, To lie in ftate while angels wait, With ftars for tapers tall ; The dark rock-pines, like toffing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand, in that lovely land, To lay him in the grave f In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1863 - 420 sivua
...for his pall, To lio in state while Angels wait, With stars for tapers tall ; The dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand, in that lovely land, To lay him in the grave ! In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay... | |
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