 | Mrs. Hemans - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 420
...glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth... | |
 | 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 576
...glance, the heart I sought, — give answer, •where are they? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! — IJid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...glossy eyes put light ; be still, keep down thine ire j Bid these cold lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire ; Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed • Thou canst not — and a king ? — his dust be mountains on... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 620
...— Bid these white lipa a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom 1 strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king 1 — His dust be mountains on thy head !" He loosed the steed j his slack hand fell, — upon... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 518
...eyes put light,— be still ! keep down thine ire, — Kid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was He loosed the steed ; his slack hand fell, — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him lor whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king? — His dust be mountains on thy head ! " He loosed the steed ; his slack hand fell, — upon... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not... | |
 | 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...the glance, the heart I sought—give answer, where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay; "Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 242
...glassy eyes put light : be still, keep down thine ire ; Bid these cold lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I fought, for whom my blood was shed ! Thou canst not, — and a king ? his dust be mountains on thy... | |
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Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire! Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed! Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be... 
