| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away In the cot on the mountain. Ills musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories lender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep — For their mother — may Heaven defend her!... | |
| 1862 - 180 páginas
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| 1863 - 804 páginas
...the low trundle bed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket Talle »lacle — his face «lark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep. And their mother—" muy Heaven defend her." The moon seems to shine as brightly as then — That night... | |
| 1850 - 696 páginas
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| Sir William Howard Russell - 1861 - 1102 páginas
...bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket Tails slack — his face, dark and grim, Grown gentle, with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer...— may Heaven defend her ! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as tbfcn,— That night when the love, yet unspoken. Leaped up to her lips — when... | |
| 1862 - 500 páginas
...fountain ; And he thinks of the two in the low trundle bed Far away in the cot on the mountain. llie musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, AH he mutters a prayer for the children asleep— For their mother — may Heaven defend her ! The... | |
| William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - 354 páginas
...tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain : His musket falls slack — his face,...may Heaven defend her ! The moon seems to shine as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips, and when low murmured... | |
| John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 páginas
...of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls back—his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender,...As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep— The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then. That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to... | |
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