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...cold clay. "Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed, — his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled...

...glassy eyes put light—be still! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire— Give me back him for whom...whom my blood was shed— Thou canst not ?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed,—his slack hand fell—upon the silent...

...cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head !" He looos'd the steed, his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast one Ion?, deep, troubled look...

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...cold clay. ' Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, than turned from that sad place — His hope was crushed, his after-fate untold in martial strain —...

...cold clay.' 'Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...steed, — his slack hand fell — upon the silent i face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place — His hope was crushed,...

...glassy eyes put light—be still! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire— Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed— 17 Thou canst not ?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!' He loosed the steed,—his...

...clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom 1 strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king 1 — His dust be mountains...