 With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike a noble heart, And bid some loving father From his little ones depart! What comfort would your waving plumes...  The Pearl: Or, Affection's Gift - Страница 1731832Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1833 - 310 страница
...battle With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike...bestow, When you thought upon his widow's tears, And her orphans' cry of woe ! WILLIAM. I mean to be a president. And rule each rising state And hold my levees... | |
 | 1839 - 428 страница
...battle With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what, if that sword Should strike a noble heart, And bid some loving fajther From his little ones depart! What comfort would your waving plumes And brilliant dress bestow,... | |
 | 1842 - 414 страница
...battle With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike...bestow, When you thought upon his widow's tears, And her orphans' cry of woe ! JOHN. Then I will be a president, And rule each rising state, And hold my levees... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 страница
...battle, With my broad sword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike..., When you thought upon his widow's tears, And her orphans' cry of woe ? WILLIAM. I mean to be a President, And rule each rising State, And hold my levees... | |
 | 1846 - 644 страница
...wish they'd let me have a drum, And be a captain, too; I would go amid the battle, With my broadsword ise, princes also shall •worship, because of the...faithful, and the Holy One of Israel, and he shall orphans' cry of woe ? WILLIAM. I mean to be a president, And rule each rising state, And hold my levees... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1850 - 376 страница
...battle, With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son, my son ! what if that sword Should strike...bid some loving father From his little ones depart? THE MASKS. UCILLA ARMORY, in her sixteenth year, was a lovely looking creature, flushed with youth... | |
 | 350 страница
...son ! my son ! what if that sword And brilliant dress bestow, When you thought upon the widow's tears From his little ones depart ! What comfort would your waving plumes And her orphan's cry of woe? WILLIAM. I mean to be a president, And rule each rising state, And hold my... | |
 | Mary (aunt, pseud.) - 1854 - 104 страница
...battle, With my broad sword in my hand ; And hear the cannon rattle, And music all so grand. MOTHEE. My son, my son, what if that sword Should strike a...bestow, When you thought upon his widow's tears, And her orphans' cry of woe ? WILLIAM. I mean to be a president, And rule each rising state ; And hold my levees... | |
 | 1864 - 422 страница
...battle With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son! what, if that sword Should strike...And brilliant dress bestow, When you thought upon the widow's tears And her orphan's cry of woe! WILLIAM. I mean to be a president, And rule each rising... | |
 | 1872 - 216 страница
...battle With my broadsword in my hand, And hear the cannon rattle, And the music all so grand. MOTHER. My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike a noble heart, And bid some loving father What comfort would your waving plumes And brilliant dress bestow, When you thought upon the widow's... | |
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