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" By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. "
The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine - Страница 278
1817
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...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, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial...

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...of night', The sod with our bayonets' turning', By the trembling moon-beam's misty light', And our lantern dimly burning'. No useless coffin' enclosed...in shroud', we bound him'; But he lay' . . . like a warriour taking his rest', With his martial cloak around him'. Few and short were the prayers we said',...




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