 Fell mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like the low murmur of a hive at noon; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous tune.  The Poetical Works of T. Buchanan Read - Page 59by Thomas Buchanan Read - 1883 - 346 lehteFull view - About this book
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 lehte
...drew And struck for Liberty the dying blow; Nor him who, to his sire and country true, Fell mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the...the thread was snapped ; her head was bowed ; Life dropt the distaff through his hands serene: And loving neighbors smoothed her careful shroud, While... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 lehte
...drew. And struck for liberty the dying blow ; Nor him, who lo In* sire and country true, Fell 'mid the "䗦f L G I% H ` ! ( murmurs ol a hive at noon ; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone, Breathed through her lips,... | |
 | 1852 - 620 lehte
...drew, And struck for liberty the dying blow ; Nor him, who to his sire and country true, Fell 'mid the ranks of the invading foe. " Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like the low murmurs of a hive at noon ; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone, Breathed through her lips,... | |
 | 1853 - 698 lehte
...ashen crust; And in the dead leaves still she heard the stir Of his black mantle trailing in the dust. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like...Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous tune. . At lost the thread was snapped, — her head was bowed ; Life dropped the distaff through his hands serene,... | |
 | 1853 - 776 lehte
...of the invading foe. Lone, but not loud, the droniug wheel went on, Like the low murmur of u hive nt noon ; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone....tune At last the thread was snapped — her head was bowedLife dropped the distaff through his hands' serene ; And loving neighbors smoothed her careful... | |
 | Thomas Buchanan Read - 1855 - 408 lehte
...drew And struck for Liberty its dying blow, Nor him who, to his sire and country true, Fell 'mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the...lips a sad and tremulous tune. At last the thread was snapped—her head was bowed ; Life dropped the distaff through his hands serene,—- And loving neighbours... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 lehte
...drew, And struck for Liberty the dying blow; Nor him, who to his sire and country true Fell 'mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like the low murmurs of a hive at noon ; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone Breathed through her lips a... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1859 - 422 lehte
...dying blow; Nor him who, to his sire and country true, Fell mid the ranks of the invading foe. 17. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like...Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous tune. 18. At last the thread was snapp'd,—her head was bow'd; Life droop'd the distaff through his hands... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 lehte
...drew, And struck for liberty the dying blow ; Nor him who, to his sire and country true, Fell 'mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like the low murmurs of a hive at noon ; Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone Breathed through her lips a... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1861 - 446 lehte
...dying blow ; Nor him who, to his sire and country true, • Fell mid the ranks of the invading foe. 17. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like...Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous tune. 18. At last the thread was snapp'd, — her head was bow'd ; Life droop'd the distaff through his hands... | |
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