No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,' Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath... Songs of Three Centuries - Seite 45herausgegeben von - 1875 - 352 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Book - 1841 - 164 Seiten
...furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths... | |
| Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 Seiten
...toil, | Their homely joys, and destiny obscure' ; | Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile', | The short, and simple annals of the poor,. | The boast...inevitable hour, — | The paths of glory ,, lead , but to the Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,, \ If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| English poetry - 1844 - 108 Seiten
...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bowed...alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 Seiten
...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How % . leaU but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 Seiten
...the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund diil nguish of her secret fear. He thinks that tenderness...soon more keen to sting from this suspension brief ! but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 454 Seiten
...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed...the inevitable hour ; — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 Seiten
...this stanza aptly describes a class of agricultural lsbourers — the reapers, the ploughmen, &c. How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed...smile The short and simple annals of the poor. [The thoughtless1 world to majesty may bow, Exalt the brave, and idolize success ; But more to innocence... | |
| Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 456 Seiten
...useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure j Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of...the inevitable hour ; — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor yon, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| 1846 - 436 Seiten
...useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of...alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1847 - 140 Seiten
...says, " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ; How bowed...smile The short and simple annals of the poor." The world may never even hear of their names ; yet they have done their day's work, their duty to their... | |
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