 | John Frost - Elocution - 1845 - 458 pages
...his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1842 - 316 pages
...render it probable that its authorwas an obscure country school master, named Mackintosh. 7. Not the half of our heavy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant, random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he '11 reck, if they '11 let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was suddenly firing.... | |
 | James Chapman - Elocution - 378 pages
...o1er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he1ll reck if they let him sleep on, In tin: grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing.... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Literary Collections - 1995 - 212 pages
...head, And we far away on the hillow! But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
 | William Butler Yeats - Poetry - 2000 - 324 pages
...away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,-^ But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.... | |
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Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. 
