 Bear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling field! Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed with lance...  The Recreations of Christopher North [pseud.] - Pagina 115door John Wilson - 1852 - 307 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
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...tbou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword. To his Ancestors restored, Like...re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall bead the Flock of War! Alas ! the fervent Harper did not know, That for a tranquil Soul the Lay was... | |
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