 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 - 45 psl.redagavo - 1875 - 352 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Book - 1847 - 216 psl.
...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 power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour ; The paths... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 psl.
...useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure f 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... | |
 | John Hunter (of Uxbridge.) - 1848 - 56 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 psl.
...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow 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... | |
 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 psl.
...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...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth ere gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : — TBSLpaths... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 psl.
...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... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 psl.
...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 Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 psl.
...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 mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 psl.
...joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple aanals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,...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... | |
 | Cam river - 1851 - 380 psl.
...genas. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow 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... | |
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