 | England - 1826 - 820 pages
...are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widow'd look she wore The day — how long to her it seems ! — She kiss'd thee, at the cottage door, And sicken'd at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep,... | |
 | 1834 - 638 pages
...shrink hefore a myriad host, — For head and heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widowed...may find the gate, And hid her home to thee, at last ; — He cannot tell a sadder tale Than did thy clarion, on the gale, When last — and far away —... | |
 | Women - 1825 - 386 pages
...heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With tliat wild widowed look she wore The day— how long to...cottage door, And sickened at the sounds of joy, That bore away her only boy. Sleep, soldier ! — let thy mother wait, To hear thy bugle on the blast ;... | |
 | Gift books - 1826 - 480 pages
...shrink before a myriad host, — For head and heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widowed...cottage door, And sickened at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep, soldier !— let thy mother wait, To hear thy bugle on the blast ;... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - Gift books - 1826 - 458 pages
...A trumpet-note more loud and deep, Must rouse thee from that leaden sleep ! 301 THE DEAD TRUMPttER. Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widowed look she wore The day—how long to her it seems !— She kissed thee, at the cottage door, And sickened at the sounds... | |
 | England - 1826 - 820 pages
...are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widow'd look she wore The day. — how long to her it seems ! — She kiss'd thee, at the cottage door, And sicken'd at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep,... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - Australia - 1829 - 310 pages
...shrink before a myriad host, — For head and heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! • Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild, widowed...cottage door, And sickened at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep, soldier !— let thy mother wait, To hear thy bugle on the blast ;... | |
 | Ireland - 1832 - 448 pages
...are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild widow'd look she wore The day — how long to her it seems '— She kiss'd thee at the cottage door, And sicken'd at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep,... | |
 | 346 pages
...are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild widow'd look she wore The day — how long to her it seems ! — She kiss'd thee at the cottage door, And sicken'd at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep,... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - Poetry - 1855 - 490 pages
...are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild widow'd look she wore The day — how long to her it seems ! — She kiss'd thee, at the cottage door, And sicken'd at the sounds of joy That bore away her only boy ! Sleep,... | |
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Thou need'st nor helm nor cuirass, now, —Beyond the Grecian hero's boast, — Thou wilt not quail thy naked brow, Nor shrink before a myriad host, — For head and heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams,... 
