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" Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe... "
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White - Σελίδα 116
των Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 495 σελίδες
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Stokes' Encyclopedia of Familiar Quotations: Containing Five Thousand ...

1906 - 763 σελίδες
...Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won, BYRON, The Giaour, lines 123-125 Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career...

Golden Poems by British and American Authors

Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 526 σελίδες
...— the watchword and reply ; Then peal'd the notes, omnipotent to charm, And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! — In vain, alas ! in vain, ye...few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : — O, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not...

English Poetry (1170-1892)

John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 580 σελίδες
...the watchword and reply; Then peal'd the notes, omnipotent to charm, 37 And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm! — In vain, alas ! in vain, ye...mercy in her woe! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter' spear, Closed herbrighteye, andcurb'd her high career;— Hope, for a season, bade the world...

English Poetry (1170-1892).

John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 580 σελίδες
...the watchword and reply; Then peal'd the notes, omnipotent to charm, 371 And the loud toesin toll'd their last alarm ! — In vain, alas ! in vain, ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley' d thunder flew: — Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without...

The Laurel Speaker: Heroic Classic Verse for Boys

1908 - 192 σελίδες
...— the watchword and reply; Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm, And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm! In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew, — O ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without...

The Orator's Manual: A Practical and Philosophical Treatise on Vocal Culture ...

George Lansing Raymond - 1910 - 365 σελίδες
...tocsin tolled their last alarm! In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! Prom rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew; — Oh, bloodiest picture in the book...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career....

The Orator's Manual: A Practical and Philosophical Treatise on Vocal Culture ...

George Lansing Raymond - 1910 - 365 σελίδες
...— the watchword and reply; Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm, And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm! In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew; — Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, , Sarmatia fell, unwept, without...

A Study in Nationality

John Vyrnwy Morgan - 1911 - 524 σελίδες
...wrongs inflicted upon Poland by the oppressor, when it was conquered and divided by a merciless foe. " Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of time ! Sarmatia...pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high...

Reminiscences

Robert Milton Howard - 1912 - 346 σελίδες
...few, From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew; O, bloodlest picture in the book of time, The South fell, unwept, without a crime, "Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arm or mercy in her woe — Dropped from her nerveless grasp tbe shattered spear, Closed her bright...

The Magazine of History, with Notes and Queries: Extra number, Τεύχη 33-36

1914
...last exhausted and bleeding, he fell by the lance of a Cossack, and a sabre cut across his forehead. In vain, alas! in vain, ye gallant few! From rank...mercy in her woe! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear; Closed her bright eye, and curb'd her high career. Hope, for a season, bade the world...




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