 | 1912 - 350 Seiten
...; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 Seiten
...weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Graze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night- wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 Seiten
...have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, Prom behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 232 Seiten
...would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 Seiten
...the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. Sfc- through the night rode Paul Eevere ; And so through the night went his. cry of alarm To...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, tojhfijast, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 Seiten
...them hall for hall, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the Inne, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo fore vermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 182 Seiten
...edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 482 Seiten
...would be first to fall. Who that day would he lying dead, Pierced hv a British musket-ball. •• ' -" Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 Seiten
...musket-ball. 13. You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British regulars fired and fled,— 14. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forever more! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 374 Seiten
...13. You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British regulars fired and fled, — 14. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forever more ! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the... | |
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You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again... 
