 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 σελίδες
...we wound 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, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the marrow — 5 We thought —... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 σελίδες
...hurried ; Not a soldier 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...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.... | |
 | 1841 - 986 σελίδες
...finest of the stanzas : — No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we Btedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. • * • Slowly and... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 σελίδες
...we wound 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, 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 — 5 We thought —... | |
 | 1840 - 378 σελίδες
...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...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... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 σελίδες
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 σελίδες
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' 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... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 σελίδες
...And lantern dimly borning. 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...we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd... | |
 | 1862 - 512 σελίδες
...vault along THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE, WilO PULL AT THE BATTLB or CURUNNA. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried...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... | |
 | 1842 - 504 σελίδες
...MOOKE, WHO PELL AT THE BA1 TLB or CORl'NSA. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse tu the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged...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... | |
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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. Few and short were the... 
