 | Edwin Lillie Miller - Authors, English - 1917 - 690 pages
...published in Edinburgh a poem called the " Pleasures of Hope," which contained this passage about Poland: " Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time ! Sarmatia...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high... | |
 | Herbert Charles O'Neill - English language - 1919 - 480 pages
...Mariners of England, &c. The Fall of Poland From The Pleasures of Hope " In vain, alas, ye gallant few I From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : —...in her woe ! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear. Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career ; — Hope, for a season, bade the... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Readers - 1921 - 506 pages
...tolled their last alarm. In vain, alas ! in vain, ye gallant few ! From rank to rank, your volleyed thunder flew! Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 424 pages
...few ! Fram rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew : — 0, bloodiest picture in the book of Time 1 Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high... | |
 | Dominic Barthel - Elocution - 1927 - 790 pages
...last alarm. In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew. O ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell,...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe. Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career.... | |
 | History - 1978 - 296 pages
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Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell — unwept— without a crime ! Found not a generous friend — a pitying foe — Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear— Closed her... 
