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" We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe 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... "
British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.]. - 28 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: British melodies - 1820
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Annual Register, 59±Ç

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit 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 of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring; And we...
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock to1 I'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the...
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 nothing he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done,...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 1±Ç

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 ÆäÀÌÁö
...o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, Ar.il o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll...But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock tolf'd the hour for retiring, And we beard the distant random gun That the foe was suddenly tiring....
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The European Magazine, and London Review, 72±Ç

1817 - 646 ÆäÀÌÁö
..., on his in-..' ' . 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 nothing he'll...In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half our heavy task was done. When the clock toll'd the hour for retir. i"S. And »e beard by the distant...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 1±Ç

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 ÆäÀÌÁö
...tread o'«r 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 nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on lu the grave where a Britoa has laid him. But half of our heavy tjsk was done, When the clock toll'd...
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An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 ÆäÀÌÁö
...of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold.ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'Jl reck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a BRITON has laid him! But half of uur heavy task was done When the clock told the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant and...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1±Ç

1817 - 708 ÆäÀÌÁö
...of Spring was sleeping in the shade of a Rose-bush. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep And when he awoke, with friendly look on he said • " Loveliest of my children ! I In the grave where...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, 1±Ç

1817 - 694 ÆäÀÌÁö
...far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that ¬¹ gone, And o'er liis cold ¢®Lshes upbraid him, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the'gravc where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock tolled the...
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Annual Register, 59±Ç

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 ÆäÀÌÁö
...tread o'er hi* 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 nothing he'll...retiring} ' And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame...
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