...for retiring ; And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him. down, From the field of his...line, we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. MAY HE WHO WANTS GRATITUDE. THE being devoid of bright gratitude's flame, Is a wretch...

...hour for retiring -; And we heard the distant and random gun That the fee was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory , We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, Bat we left him alone — with his glory. A SHORT TALE WITH...

...Moore," by Irish clergyman and poet Charles Wolfe (1791-1823). The final stanza of the ode says, "slowly and sadly we laid him down,/ From the field of his fame, fresh and gory;/ We carved not a line, we raised not a stone—/ But we left him alone in his glonr" (see Hoagland, pp....

...relates the last hurried rites accorded the British leader by his vanquished and retreating army: Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory — We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory! When the origin of...

...hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory, We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. Anon. 20. The Lady1s...

...That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head And we far away on the billow . . . 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down. From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone But we left him alone with his glory! The lines celebrate...

...hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. HENRY CLAY WORK (1832-1884)...

...wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. * * * * Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a Vine, we raised not a stone, But left him aloue with his glory." 13. We are in a field...

...hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. With its restraint...

...sad though honourable duty of burying him on that fatal evening. It was they who 'Slowly and sadly laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; ' and it was they who were the last of the British force to embark in the darkness of the night....