 Bozzaris ! with the storied brave, Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless...  The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine - Page 74edited by - 1825Full view - About this book
 | Andrew Comstock - 1853 - 456 pages
...own proud climev. | She wore no funeral weeds for thee1, | Nor bade the darA hearse wave its plume j Like torn branch from death's leafless tree>, | In...and pa'geantry, | The heartless luxury of the tomb;. | Bui she remembers thee as one | Long lov'd', | and for a season gon& ; | For thee Aer poet's lyre... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee —• there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clirae. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark...pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb: But she remcmbers thee äs onc Long loved, and for a season gone; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1855 - 530 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Best thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark...one Long loved and for a season gone. For the'e her poets' lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birth-day bells... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1855 - 444 pages
...prouder grave, | Even in Aer own proud clime,. | She wore no funeral weeds for theev, | Nor bade the darA hearse wave its plume | Like torn branch from death's...and pa'geantry, | The heartless luxury of the tomb^. | she remembers thee as one | Long lov'd1, | and for a season gone* ; | For thee Aer poet's lyre is... | |
 | Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark...remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gono ; • , For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed ; For thee... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 816 pages
...maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young year*, Thinks of thy fate, and checks "her tears • Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn...death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry, And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek The memory of her buried joys, And... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave. Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume. Like torn brunch from death's leafless tree In soi-row's pomp and pageantry. The heartless luxury of the tomb... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 838 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plnmo, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree In sorrow's pomp and pageantry. The heartless luxury... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 752 pages
...prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearso wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless...one Long loved and for a season gone. For thee her poets' lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed : For thee she rings the birth-day... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark...one Long loved and for a season gone. For thee her poets' lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed : For thee she rings the birthday bells... | |
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