Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Critical and Miscellaneous Essays - Página 384por Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1843Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1824 - 486 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...the chance of war, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre. Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the... | |
| 1828 - 602 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single field hath turn'd the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre. ' O ! how our hearts were... | |
| Lyre - 1830 - 396 páginas
...mourning daughters. As thou writ constant in our ills, be joyous in our j°y, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah!...field hath turned the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah I for Ivry, and King Henry of Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the daw n of day, We saw the... | |
| Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre. 68 BATTLE HYMN OF THE LEAGUE. O ! how our hearts were beating, when at the dawn of... | |
| 1840 - 818 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...and King Henry of Navarre. Oh ! how our hearts were boating, when, at the duwn of day, We Raw the army of the League drawn out in long array ; With all... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 366 páginas
...mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our j°y, For cold, iind stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and King Henry of Navarre. THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE. S3 Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 374 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and King Henry of Navarre. THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE. 59 Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army... | |
| English poetry - 1844 - 108 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wast constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy; For cold, and stiff, and still are they, who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah...the chance of war; Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre ! Oh, how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 páginas
...mourning (laughters. As thou wcrt constant in our ills, Be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single field hath turn'd the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, and King Henry of Navarre! Oh ! how our hearts... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, Be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they Who wrought thy walls annoy. Hurrah ! hurrah ! a single field Hath tum'd the chance of war, Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Ivry, And King Henry of Navarre ! Oh ! how our hearts... | |
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