 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.  The Juvenile Verse and Picture Book - Страница 20по Juvenile verse and picture book - 1866 - 104 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1841 - 566 страници
...the arduous duties that unquestionable ability entails on its possessor, he was fated to die — " Like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him." An open rupture with France appeared at hand. France herself being in a state of revolution, and disposed... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - 316 страници
...comrades have laid him. 6. No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. * This beautiful ode, as usual, is ascribed to Wolfe, though more recea discoveries render it probable... | |
 | 1842 - 788 страници
...honourably, because ' No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud they bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.' It is assumed, of course, that no frightful accumulations of interment would be crowded into a narrow... | |
 | 1862 - 512 страници
...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, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | Henry Godwin - 1842 - 1018 страници
...his tartan. NIi useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud they bound him ; Rut he lay like a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak around him. A barrow was afterwards raised over the chief and his brave companions ; and for many a century, a... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 страници
...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, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | John Sydney Taylor - 1843 - 568 страници
...misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No UHclcss coffin confined his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior...his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and ghort were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfostly gaz'd on the... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 страници
...lantern dimly burning. 3. 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 around him. 4. Few and short were the prayers we said — We spoke not a word of sorrow ; But steadfastly gaz'd... | |
 | 1843 - 780 страници
...overhaasting begraven." » No useless coffin confined his breast , Nor in sheet, nor in shroud tee bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him." (Geen onnoodige doodkist beknelde zijne borst e» wij wonden hem in geen doodlaken of lijkkleed ; maar... | |
 | Readings - 1843 - 466 страници
...struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a... | |
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