 | 1891 - 1404 Seiten
...And there 'mid the light of the breaking day, The surgeon was fifteen miles away. Under his flying feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed....steed like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, his wild eyes full of fire. Lo! he is nearlng his heart's desire, He is bringing his master into the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...Were beating, like prisoners assaulting their walls, [calls; Impatient to be where the battle-field Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Uuder his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind,... | |
 | 1897 - 404 Seiten
...assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was trained to full play. With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under...ocean flying before the wind, And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire. Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo! he is nearing his heart's... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 530 Seiten
...battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to fuT play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. 6 Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy...Like an ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, with his wild eyes full of fire, Swept on to the goal of his heart's desire : He is snuffing the smoke... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 528 Seiten
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. 5 Under his spurning feet, the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river, flowed, And the landscape sped away... | |
 | 1864 - 744 Seiten
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to...river, flowed. And the landscape sped away behind, Like nn ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his... | |
 | Salem Town, Nelson M. Holbrook - 1864 - 444 Seiten
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls: Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. And the landscape gped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind ; And the steed, like a barque... | |
 | Thomas Buchanan Read - 1865 - 184 Seiten
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls ; Every nerve of the charger was strained to...bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo ! he is nearing his heart's desire ; SHERIDAN'S RIDE. 77 He is snuffing the... | |
 | John Warner Barber, Henry Howe - 1865 - 778 Seiten
...the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, Under his spurning feet, the road Like an ocean flying before the... | |
 | 1865 - 594 Seiten
...master Were beating, like prisoners assaulting their walls — Impatient to be where the battle-field calls. Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play — With Sheridan only ten railed away 1 Under his spurning feet the road, Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed; And the landscape... | |
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Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners... 
