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" 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. "
An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ... - Страница 428
по John Evans - 1817
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Annual Register, Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 страници
...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 coffin enclosed his breatt, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him; But he lay liks a warrior taking his...

The Port Folio

1817 - 560 страници
...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...light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his...

Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 страници
...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...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...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 1

1817 - 708 страници
...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...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...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 страници
...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...light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Kol in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking bis...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 страници
...the grave, where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with ourbayonets turning ; 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 bound h;m. But he lay like a warrior taking his...

Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and ..., Томове 1–3

1818 - 596 страници
...rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharg'd liis farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sod with our bayonets turning, By tlie struggling moon-beams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin inclos'd...

Annual Register, Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 страници
...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, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay 'like a...

The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 страници
...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 coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his...

Travels in England, France, Spain, and the Barbary States: In the Years 1813 ...

Mordecai Manuel Noah - 1819 - 508 страници
...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 moon-beam's...light. And the lantern dimly burning. / No useless coffins enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior takmg...




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