 AWAKE, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car; Her milk-white steeds are chasing The gloom of Night afar. The rosy-fingered Morning Hath lit the dark-blue wave, And pours her gentle brightness Upon the heroes...  Original Ballads by Living Authors, 1850 - Strana 10úprava: - 1850 - Počet stránok 256Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Henry Thompson - 1850 - Počet stránok 280
...THE MEED OF HEEOES, BEING A BALLAD SUNG AT THE TOMBS OF T1IE SLAIN AT MABATHON. P.. A. rul-l M \N, MA I. AWAKE, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden...morn must pray, And to the fallen heroes Our richest offerings pay. II. Bring hither the dark victims Unto the shades below ; Dig deep the trench around... | |
 | Edward Augustus Freeman, George William Cox - 1850 - Počet stránok 326
...date to the time of the Peloponnesian war. The Pindaric allusions hardly need to be pointed out. 1. AWAKE, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car;...morn must pray, And to the fallen heroes Our richest offerings pay. 2. Bring hither the dark victims Unto the shades below; Dig deep the trench around the... | |
 | Edward Augustus Freeman, George William Cox - 1850 - Počet stránok 300
...date to the time of the Peloponnesian war. The Pindaric allusions hardly need to be pointed out. 1. AWAKE, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car;...morn must pray, And to the fallen heroes Our richest offerings pay. 2. Bring hither the dark victims Unto the shades below; Dig deep the trench around the... | |
 | William Richard Wood Stephens - 1895 - Počet stránok 476
...characteristic of him. A few stanzas from the ' Meed of Heroes ' are here quoted as samples of his style. ' Awake, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car...morn must pray, And to the fallen heroes Our richest offerings pay. Soft sweeps the blue Aegaean Around the heroes' grave, Soft sweeps the breeze of morning-land... | |
 | Počet stránok 196
...brain and sinew; Blow, thou wind of God ! EDWARD ARTHUR FREEMAN, 1823—1892. FROM THE MEED OF HEROES. Awake, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car...morn must pray, And to the fallen heroes Our richest offerings pay. Soft sweeps the blue Around the heroes' grave, Soft sweeps the breeze of morning-land... | |
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