 | Felicia Hemans - Poetry - 2002 - 506 pages
...Father, say If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay 15 Unconscious of his son. "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet...booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. 20 Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death,... | |
 | Bob Crew - Poetry - 2005 - 170 pages
...'Say, Father, say If yet my task be done?' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet...their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from the lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, 'My father! must... | |
 | Private schools - 1874 - 210 pages
...And fast the ball rolled on. ' Look out, you Jones !' — He caught his breat h, And tore his crimson hair ; And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave, despair. Then shouted, while a tear he shed, 'I'm hanged if I shall stay !' While towards him fast, by dozens... | |
 | F. B. Sambek - Fiction - 2006 - 260 pages
...aloud—"Sa;y, father, say, If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. "Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet...that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay/" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - Literary Collections - 2006 - 512 pages
..."Say, Father, say If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet...but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And look'd from that lone post... | |
 | Timothy Rasinski, Lorraine Griffith - Education - 2008 - 131 pages
...yet my task is done!" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. Casabianca (cont) "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet...but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And look'd from that lone post... | |
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Say, Father, say, If yet my task is done!" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. "Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone! 
