 But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern...  The War with Mexico Reviewed - Pagina 237door Abiel Abbot Livermore - 1850 - 298 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Abiel Abbot Livermore - 1850 - 312 pagina’s
...your faces, holy angels ! oh, thou Christ of God, forgive ! " Sink, 0 night, among thy mountains I let thy cool, gray shadows fall ; Dying brothers,...a strange and Northern tongue. " Not wholly lost, 0 Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | 1853 - 442 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | 1853 - 458 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1856 - 470 pagina’s
...apart' the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring... | |
 | 1857 - 452 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1858 - 426 pagina’s
...apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 pagina’s
...apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeniau bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1861 - 340 pagina’s
...apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
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