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" And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead ! Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd! "
The Etonian - Pagina 272
geredigeerd door - 1824
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The Port Folio, Volume 2

1809 - 572 pagina’s
...to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world? Seek we thy once-loved home? — The hand is gone thatcropt its flowers! Unheard their clock repeats its hours!—...empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead! Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quafil; And by my side, in battle...
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Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Volume 2

Enos Bronson - 1809 - 458 pagina’s
...fly» Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home ? — The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours...thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would gound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my...
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The London review, conducted by R. Cumberland, Volume 1

Richard Cumberland - 1809 - 518 pagina’s
...flow'rs ! " ' Unheard the clock repeats its hours ! " ' Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! *' ' And should we thither roam, " ' Its echoes, and its...empty tread " ' Would sound like voices from the dead! " ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, '' ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'ds " ' And by...
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Gertrude of Wyoming: A Pennsylvanian Tale. And Other Poems

Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 pagina’s
...flowers ! ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours! — f Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! — ' And should we thither roam, ' Its echoes, and its...empty tread, ' Would sound like voices from the dead! XXXVIII. ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, ' Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd; ' And by...
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Select Reviews, Volumes 1-2

1809 - 914 pagina’s
...home ? — The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours ! — told is the hearth within their bowers !— And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, \Vould sound like voices from the dead ! XXXVIII. " Or shall we cross yon mountains bine, Whose streams...
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The London Quarterly Review, Volume 1

1810 - 438 pagina’s
...to fly, Shall Outalissa roam the world ? Seek we thy once-lov'd home ? The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours ! — Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs ! — And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from...
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Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems

Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 pagina’s
...' Shall Outalissi roam the world F ' Seek we thy once-lov'd home ?— ' The hand is gone that cropt its flowers: * Unheard their clock repeats its hours! ' Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! ' And should we thither roam, ' Its echoes, and its empty tread, * Would sound like voices...
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Poems in Two Volumes: Containing Gertrude of Wyoming and ..., Volumes 1-2

Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 pagina’s
...world? ' Seek we thy once-lov'd home? — ' The hand is gone that crept its flowere : VOL. I. E 73 ' Unheard their clock repeats its hours! ' Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! ' And should we thither roam, ' Its echoes, and its empty tread, ' Would sound like voices...
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Select Reviews, Volume 2

1809 - 448 pagina’s
...fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world l Seek we thy once-loved home i — The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours !—- Cold is the hearth withm their howers ! — And should we thither roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like...
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The Etonian, Volume 2

1821 - 456 pagina’s
...are they ?" Arabic MS— from Lord BYRON. " Seek we thy once-loved home ? The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours...from the dead. " CAMPBELL. THE spirit of my soul is chang'd, My thoughts have ta'en a sadder hue, ,' . Since last thy verdant lawns I rang'd, And bade...
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