 Seek we thy once lor'd home ? The hands are gone that cropt its flowers, Cold is the hearth within its bowers, — And should we thither roam, Its .echoes and its empty tread Would sound like voices from the dead. CAMPBELL. LEST the reader should...  Castles in the air - Page 319by Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1847Full view - About this book
 | Archibald Alison - Europe - 1855 - 506 pages
...inhabitants wandering in a state of starvation among them : " Unheard, the clock repeats its hours ; Cold is the hearth within its bowers ; And should we thither roam, Its echoes and He empty tread Would sound like voices from the dead !" When the massacre finally ceased from the exhaustion... | |
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