 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 страници
...rampart we hurried, Not a soldier di>charged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our baxonets turning, By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless... | |
 | 1817 - 560 страници
...rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave, where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast,... | |
 | 1813 - 410 страници
...rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning,— By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast,... | |
 | 1817 - 708 страници
...preservation in a fafer repository ; and we have accordingly inserted it among our original pieces. ED. 2 N We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast,... | |
 | 1818 - 506 страници
...rampart we hurried : Not a toldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero wan fc./' M We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, . By the struggling moonoeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin encUxted his breast... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 страници
...rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave, where ourhero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night. The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast,... | |
 | 1817 - 694 страници
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The eads with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-benm's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak... | |
 | 1825 - 458 страници
...raoipart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot ' O'er the grave where our hero we burial We buried him darkly at dead of night. The sods with our bayonets turning, — By the straggling moonbeam's misty llfht. And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed bis breast. Nor In... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 страници
...rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. Nooiseless coffin enclosed his breast,... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 страници
...rampart we hurried, Not a soldier dUcharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our tmxonets turning, By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless... | |
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By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. 
