 And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall...  Blackwood's Magazine - Page 4591822Full view - About this book
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...— alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow 240 In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living...burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. z8 Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight... | |
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