 But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food. Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern...  National Lyrics - Page 58by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 104 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - History - 1850 - 408 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Abiel Abbot Livermore - Mexican War, 1846-1848 - 1850 - 324 pages
...the battle rolled ; In his sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. " But the holy Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through...a strange and Northern tongue. " Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | American literature - 1853 - 442 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Readers - 1853 - 458 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1855 - 436 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1856 - 470 pages
...twilight, wide apart' the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern Not wholly lost, oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring... | |
 | American literature - 1857 - 452 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, Oh Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
 | Charles Mackay - Love poetry - 1858 - 426 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours... | |
 | Charles Mackay - Love poetry - 1858 - 420 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle roll'd, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeniau bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - Readers - 1859 - 356 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued...in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden... | |
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