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" Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles... "
Lalla Rookh - Page 93
by Thomas Moore - 1859 - 172 pages
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 pages
...welcome i: :ii the Gates of I.ii'lu. •' Though foul ari- 'he drops that oft dutil - On the ii Tn of warfare, blood like this, ' For Liberty shed, so holy is, - It would not ktain the pur st rill ' • That sparkles amon* the Bowers of Bliss! * Oh! ii" then? be, on this eai-thly...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 87, Part 1; Volume 121

1817 - 728 pages
...Liberty, page 140. " Though foul are the drops that oft distill [this, On the field of warfare, blood like For liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the...sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis tlie last libation Liberty draws From tlie heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!" We recommend...
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The Pocket Magazine of Classics and Polite Literature, Volume 3

1819 - 382 pages
...free-born spirit fled ! " Be this," she cried, as she winlr'd her flight, " My welcome gift at the gates of light. " Though foul are the drops that oft distil...earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, " "I 'is the last libation Liberty draws, •' From the heartthat bleeds and breaks in her cause."...
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The Pocket magazine of classic and polite literature. [Continued ..., Volume 3

1819 - 384 pages
...free-born spirit fled ! " Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, " My welcome gift at the gates of light. " Though foul are the drops that oft distil...the purest rill, " That sparkles among the bowers of bliu. " Oh ! if there In:, on this eartbly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, " "Pis...
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The Cap of liberty

1820 - 298 pages
...its veins, to establish in despite of Imperial tyranny or papal superstition ; for the blood which " For liberty shed so holy is " It would not stain the purest rill, " That sparkles amidst the bowers of bliss." The history of England and also that of Ireland, differ in but a few instances,...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 pages
...free-born spirit fled ! " Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, " My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. " Though foul are the drops that oft distil...purest rill, " That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss! II 9, IA II .A F.OOH.H. • " Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven...
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The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., Volume 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pages
...Universal Mstary, vol. lil. " Be this," she cried, aa the winged her flight, " My welcome gift at the gates of light ; " Though foul are the drops that oft distil...holy is, ' It would not stain the purest rill, ' That spatkles among the bowers of bliss ! ' Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, ' A boon, an offering...
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 1

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 pages
...vol.lii. ," '•Be this," as she cried, as she wing'd her flight. •' My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. "Though foul are the drops that oft distil..." Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, •' A hoon, an offering Heaven holds dear, " 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pages
...drops that oft distil On llie lirld of warfare blood like this, For Li lier ty -»lied, АО holy it, It would not stain the purest rill. That sparkles among the Bowers of HI it-, ' •M Oh ! if ibère be. on this earthly sphere, ; A lioon, an offering Heaven holds dear,...
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The Poetical Melange

1828 - 814 pages
...free-born spirit fled ! ' Be this,' she cried, as she winged her flight, ' My welcome gift at the gates of light ; Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like tins. For liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the bowers...
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