 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in...  The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Страница 126по Walter Scott - 1831 - 490 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 444 страници
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, ». Every sense...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 страници
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. i " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1810 - 482 страници
...more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every sense...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1811 - 458 страници
...more, Days of danger, nights of waking. . In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. 11 Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his... | |
 | 1811 - 872 страници
...nights of waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1811 - 868 страници
...of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rode sound shall reach thine ear. Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 страници
...rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall...ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pihroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come, At the... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страници
...more', Days of danger', nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense...war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Yet the lark's' shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 страници
...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum,... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 страници
...breaking, Horn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armours clang, nor war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here,...At the day-break, from the fallow. And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallo"', Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor wardens... | |
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