 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1911 - 744 páginas
...tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold ! ' She came, in all her tears she came; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side; her white... | |
 | Delphian Society - 1911 - 576 páginas
...tomb ; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold!' She came, in all her tears she came ; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side ! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side: her white... | |
 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1911 - 752 páginas
...tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold !' She came, in all her tears she came ; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side; her white... | |
 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1911 - 754 páginas
...tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold!' She came, in all her tears she came; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side; her white... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 páginas
...tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold!' been shown that the language of prose may yet be well adapted to poetry; and it was prev white side ! He spread her fair locks on the ground ! Her bursting blood sounds from her side: her... | |
 | R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 páginas
...him,' she slew him. As she, at his request, drew near to draw the sword from his breast, he slew her: She came, in all her tears, she came; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side: her white... | |
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Duchomar was the dream of her night! She will raise my tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold ! ' She came, in all her tears she came; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white... 
