| Thomas Campbell - 1902 - 192 pages
...reach, bard after bard 135 Shall sing thy glory, beatific Sea ! LLNES ON THE CAMP HILL, NEAR HASTINGS IN the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...his leave Of the skies and the sweet setting sun, I climbed to yon heights, 5 Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his bowmen and knights, And... | |
| RICHARD GARNETT,C.B.,LL.D. - 1903 - 220 pages
...vitality, are sung by the Norman soldiers on the eve of battle : EFFECTS OF THE NORMAN CONQUEST 71 In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...begun, Or the lark took his leave Of the skies and the bright setting sun ; I stood on the heights Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his barons and... | |
| Richard Garnett - 1903 - 432 pages
...vitality, are sung by the Norman soldiers on the eve of battle : EFFECTS OF THE NORMAN CONQUEST 71 In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...begun, Or the lark took his leave Of the skies and the bright setting sun ; I stood on the heights Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his barons and... | |
| Richard Garnett - 1903 - 444 pages
...vitality, are sung by the Norman soldiers on the eve of battle : EFFECTS OF THE NORMAN CONQUEST 71 In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...begun, Or the lark took his leave Of the skies and the bright setting sun ; I stood on the heights Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his barons and... | |
| 1905 - 500 pages
...tells us) to the rescue. clearly it has more of the mellow hue of his own life's close than the rest. In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...his leave Of the skies and the sweet setting sun, I climb'd to yon heights, Where the Norman encamp'd him of old, With his bowmen and knights, And his... | |
| Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Arthur Kölbing, Reinald Hoops, Albert Wagner - 1905 - 490 pages
...tells us) to the rescue. clearly it has more of the mellow hue of bis own life's dose than the rest. In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars...his leave Of the skies and the sweet setting sun, I climb'd to yon heights, Where the Norman encamp'd him of old, With his bowmen and knights, And his... | |
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