 Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars...  Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Seite 236von Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 417 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 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...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne... | |
 | 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...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne... | |
 | 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...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 528 Seiten
...fields to emerge again Under the trees at the tum of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. 14 So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through...village and farm, — A cry of defiance, and not of fear, — A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore ! For,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 Seiten
...village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore! For, borne... | |
 | 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...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne... | |
 | 1864 - 568 Seiten
...dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. The rest of the story we all know. The poem concludes thus : So through the night rode Paul Revere : And so through...Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance arid not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore... | |
 | 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...Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo fore vermore ! For,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 710 Seiten
...by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore ! For,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 182 Seiten
...village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides ; And under the alders, that skirt...village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne... | |
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