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" Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. "
Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending ... - Page 78
1818
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The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading ...

Henry Marlen - 1838
...hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory. THE CHAMELEON. OFT...
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The Rhetorical Reader: Consisting of Instructions for Regulating the Voice ...

Ebenezer Porter - Elocution - 1838 - 304 pages
...In 'the grave where a Briton has laid him." 7 But half of our heavy task was done, 8 ( j; ) Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory! We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But left him — alone with his glory! Wolfe. EXERCISE 30....
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The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British ...

Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839
...for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. HOME. I KNEW my father's...
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The London Saturday journal, Volumes 1-4

1841
...we Btedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. • * • Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory ! FATAL SENSIBILITY....
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The Rhetorical Reader Consisting of Instructions for Regulating the Voice ...

Ebenezer Porter - 1839
...sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him." 7 But half of our heavy task was done, g) Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory! We carved not a lme, we raised not a stone, But left him — alone with his glory! Wolfe. EXERCISE 30....
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840
...hour for retiring And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone* But left him alone with his glory. IF I had thought thou...
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The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

Book - 1841 - 139 pages
...hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carv'd not a line, and we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. WHAT, then, is taste, but these internal...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 1841 - 344 pages
...the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. V THE WAR OF THE...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - English poetry - 1841 - 344 pages
...the hour for retiring ; Aud we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory : We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. THE WAR OF THE...
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Arundines Cami; sive, Musarum Cantabrigiensium lusus canori, collegit atque ...

Cam river - 1841
...hour of retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. WOLFE. HEY MY CHICKEN....
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