 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...its place, A» If to keep down the heartBwelllng, He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree. The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light. Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ? Was... | |
 | 1862 - 500 str.
...place, As if to keep down the heart swelling. He passes the fountain, tho blasted pine tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest as dreary. HI ik I was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ! Was... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1843 - 260 str.
...face dark and grim, THE INTERMEDIATE HEADER. 7. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, His footstep is lagging' and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. 8. Hark 1 was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ?... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 str.
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves r Was it moonlight so wond'rously flashing ? It looked like a rifle— " Ha! Mary, good-by !" _ And... | |
 | William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - 354 str.
...to keep down the heart-swelling. v. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footsteps are lagging and weary, Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of a wood dark and dreary. Hark ! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ?... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 354 str.
...— The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the...moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MARY, good-by !" And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1864 - 418 str.
...footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, thro' the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind...moonlight so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! Mary, good-by !" And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 str.
...— The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it...night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wontlrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle — " Ha ! MART, good-by ! " And the life-blood is ebbing... | |
 | 1864 - 356 str.
...place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 str.
...place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. lie passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree — The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves? Was... | |
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... vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken. ^Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He... 
