 Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...  The poetical works of Walter Scott - Страница 48по sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Walter Scott - 2005 - 277 страници
...the symphony between, XXXI SONG "Soldier, restl thy warfare o'er, 625 Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of...enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, 830 Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream... | |
 | Mike Blakely - 2007 - 516 страници
...understand, my violin sang a stanza from Kit's favorite poem, The Lady of the Lake, by Sir Walter Scott: Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep that...fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. And the mountains took pause. The great birds of prey sprang from their perches and pressed their pinions... | |
 | Lee Bennett Hopkins - 2008 - 108 страници
...could with them, And now when his heart grew dark, he was left with no other words. Sir Walter Scott Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...battled fields no more; Days of danger, nights of waking . . . Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
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