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" With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. "
The Edinburgh monthly magazine [afterw.] Blackwood's Edinburgh magazine ... - Страница 278
1817
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The Annual Register of World Events: A Review of the Year, Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1819
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breatt, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him; But he lay liks a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly pazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

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

1813 - 195 страници
...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...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; i But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...

An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans, John Evans (M.A., Edinburgh.) - 1817
...moon-beam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning ! No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor iu sheet nor in shroud we bound him , But he lay like...And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of THE DEAD, And we bitterly thought on the morrow! UPNOft CASTLK. • 439 We thought,...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817
...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 rest, With his...we said, And we spoke not a word of 'sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Том 2

1818
...encUxted his breast i Nor in sheets, nor in*»hnMid, we boned him Bn' he lay like a warrior taking IN - rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short...said • And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazrd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thonght of the morrow. We thought, n« we...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817
...enclosed his breast, Kol in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking bis re«t, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gaied on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

Dodsley's Annual Register, Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1818
...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...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

Annual Register, Том 59

Edmund Burke - 1818
...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 said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. t We thought, as...

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

1818
...a warrior , taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Both few and short were the pray'rs we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his...

British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

British melodies - 1820
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turninjr, By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless...were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word in sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought on the morrow....




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