 O ! the barren, barren place ! See, behind us gleams a green plot : shall we thither turn and rest Till a cool wind flutters over — till the Day is down the west ? I would follow, but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain For the heart is dead within...  Poems and Songs - Page 21by Henry Kendall - 1862 - 144 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Burnett Barton - Australian literature - 1866 - 232 pages
...rest Till a cool wind flutters over, till the day is down the west ? I would follow but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain, For the heart is dead...thunder blackening yonder craggy spire. Even now the far-off landscape broods and fills with coming change, And the wither'd moon grows brighter bending... | |
 | Robert Richardson (B.A.) - Voyages and travels - 1884 - 264 pages
...rest Till a cool wind flutters over, till the day is down the west ? I would follow, but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain, For the heart is dead within me, and I cannot rise again. " Struggling on with faltering feet, For a glorious work was finished, and a noble... | |
 | Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen - Australian poetry - 1888 - 614 pages
...rest Till a cool wind flutters over — till the Day is down the west ? I would follow, but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain For the heart is dead...thunder blackening yonder craggy spire ? Even now the far-off landscape broods and fills with coming change, And a withered Moon grows brighter, bending... | |
 | Henry Kendall - 1903 - 448 pages
...rest Till a cold wind flutters over, till the day is down the west ? I would follow, but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain, For the heart is dead...my friend ; Evening hurries on our footsteps, and the journey soon will end. Wherefore stay to talk of fainting, when the sun, with sinking fire, Smites... | |
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