 | Richard Glover - 1770 - 268 pages
...70 Thefe bondmen from the field. Refiftlefs rend The glitt'ring ftandard from their fervile grafp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think, the fhades Of your forefathers lift their facred brows 75 Here to enjoy the glory of their fons. HE fpake.... | |
 | Richard Glover - 1798 - 242 pages
...sweep These bondmen from the field. Resistless, rend The glitt'ring standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the glory of their sons.' He spake. Loud paeans... | |
 | Richard Glover, Thomas Park - 1806 - 336 pages
...sweep These bondmen from the field. Resistless, rend Tiie glittering standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the glory of their sons.' He spake. Loud paeans... | |
 | Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott - 1810 - 424 pages
...designs ! But here each eye Flames with impatient ardour; and your breasts Too long their swelling spirit have confin'd ! — Go then, ye sons of liberty, and...The warrior's helm profaning ! Think the shades Of your forefathers rear their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the triumph of their sons !" * Fulv. Thanks,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 662 pages
...sweep These bondmen from the field. Resistless rend The glitt'ring standanl from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think, the shades Of yunr forefathers lift their sacred brows Here to enjoy the glory of thc:ir sons." He spake. Loud pxans... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 308 pages
...sweep These bondmen from the field. Resistless, rend The glittering standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the glory of their sons.' He spake. Loud paeans... | |
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The glitt'ring standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the glory of their sons. 