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" Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. "
The Port Folio - Страница 259
1817
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The Life of Lieutenant-General Sir John Moore, K.B.

James Carrick Moore - 1834 - 436 страници
...APPENDIX. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. [By the Rev. CHARLES WOLFE, AB] I. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried...discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. n. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling...

An Essay on Elocution: Designed for the Use of Schools and Private Learners

Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 страници
...Burial of Sir John Moore. — WOLFE. NOT a drum was heard', nor a funeral note', As his corsed o'er the rampart we hurried', Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot', O'er the grave where our hero was buried'. We buried him darkly', at dead of night', The sod with our bayonets« turning', By the...

An abridgment of Hiley's English grammar: together with appropriate exercises

Richard Hiley - 1834 - 188 страници
...danger, nights of waking. 3. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hevo we buried. EXERCISES IN VERSIFICATION. 1'imftics to 6e versified, rhyming in couplets, and each...

The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs, Том 2

1835 - 320 страници
...THE DEATH OF SIR JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum was heard nor a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried, Not a soldier discharged his farewell...buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The turf with our bay'nets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning....

Tales of the wars; or, Naval and military chronicle

1836 - 884 страници
...party-colored lads in livery about Admiral Calmady's red nose. LINES ON THF. vl i: [ VI. OF SIB JOHN MOORF. NOT a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse...the rampart we hurried : Not a soldier discharged a farewell shot. O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...iLirk, unfluhnmed depths of ocran hear.'* WOLFE. THE BUR1AL OF S1R JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried...his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we hurled. We huried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, — By the struggling...

The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of ...

Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 страници
...Moore.*— REV. C. WOLFE. 1. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our Hero was buried. 2. We buried him darkly ; at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the...

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his 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...

The Rhetorical Reader: Consisting of Instructions for Regulating the Voice ...

Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 страници
...of Sir John Moore. 1 ( — )Not a drum was heard, «not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave, where our Hero'was buried. 2 We buried him darkly; at dead of night; The sods with our bayonets turning, By the...

The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British ...

Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 страници
...same night on the ramparts of the C itadel of Corunna, a few hours before the British troops embarked. NOT a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse...discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was huried. We huried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling...




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