 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 144 σελίδες
...standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn ; I Tumultuous^iorror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland. ...and...to man !• Warsaw's last champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,.... Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 176 σελίδες
...fierce hussars, Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and t wang'd her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man!' , Warsaw's last champion, from her height survey'd. Wide o'er the fields, a waste... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1811 - 214 σελίδες
...of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her Tan, Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man ! ' Warsaw's last champion, from her height survey 'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1817 - 166 σελίδες
...wars Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of mom, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn;...to man ! ' Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 σελίδες
...Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars, Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Penl'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn; Tumultuous...and to man ! Warsaw's last champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 260 σελίδες
...degraded Nature bleeds and pines, From Guinea's coast to Sibir's dreary mines b, Truth shall pervade the unfathom'd darkness there, And light the dreadful...man ! ' « Warsaw's last champion from her height survey 'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 σελίδες
...When leagu'd Oppression pour'd to northern wars Her whisker'd pandoors and her fierce hussars, Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her...and to man! Warsaw's last champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh! Ileav'n! he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 σελίδες
...fierce hussars, Wav'd her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and tvvang'd her trumpet horn : Tumultuous horror brooded o'er...and to man ! Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heav'n, he cried, my bleeding country... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 σελίδες
...тот Fier whisker'd pandoore and her fierce hussars* Waved her dread standard to the breeze of room, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn...her van, ' Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man ! (9) Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'i Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, —... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 σελίδες
...her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man ! (A) Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,... | |
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Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country... 
