 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
 | 1914 - 638 pages
...lines of Whittier on Buena Vista come to my mind as a not inappropriate quotation with which to close; "But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued,...and faint and lacking food Over weak and suffering hrothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern... | |
 | Sara Agnes Ryan - 1917 - 314 pages
...immortalized in his poem — ' ' The Angels of Buena Vista. ' ' He closes with this tribute to the "Angels:" "But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued...suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, 208 And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father!... | |
 | George E. Teter - 1918 - 456 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the saber 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... | |
 | Edwin Bradley Richards - 1919 - 170 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 flowers;... | |
 | Dominic Barthel - 1927 - 790 pages
...twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In the 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 flowers... | |
 | Kirsten Silva Gruesz - 2002 - 322 pages
...Ximena, aided with other "noble Mexic women," goes on to tend the wounded soldiers of both sides alike, "and the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue." The appeal to Christian ideals of womanhood is clear; the invasion and burning of the heroine's sacred... | |
 | Lorrie Goldensohn - 2006 - 460 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 flowers;... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 406 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 MIS CELL ANE O US. Not wholly lost, oil Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through its blood... | |
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