 She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry. The heartless luxury of the tomb. But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone....  Travels in Europe and the East - Page 210by Valentine Mott - 1842 - 452 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - American periodicals - 1825 - 506 pages
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clinic. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark...pomp, and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb ; But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | Janus - 1826 - 568 pages
...the land wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytien seas. Bozzaris! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in...pomp, and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb ; But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - Alnwick Castle - 1827 - 76 pages
...the land wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...the land wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, A torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytien seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave, Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved and for a season gone. For thee her poets' lyre is wreathed.... | |
 | Joseph Rodman Drake - Literary Criticism - 1835 - 226 pages
...the land wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - Alnwick Castle - 1836 - 112 pages
...Haytian seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime....pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 304 pages
...the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. BOZZARIS ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
 | John Keese - American poetry - 1840 - 302 pages
...the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. BOZZARIS ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured...pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb : But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,... | |
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