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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 nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial...

...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, Kol in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking bis re«t, With his martial...

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...history of that period, and shall in the following chapter proceed with my own story. CHAPCHAPTER XX. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he sunk in the ocean wave to rest, With an ensign wrapped around him. Away ! away ! the laurel now Must...

...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-beams misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheets nor in shrouds we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...

...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, But he lay like a warrior taking bis rest, With bis martial cloak around him. Few— and short were...

...buried 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, Not in sheet nor in shrond we bound him, But he lav like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial...

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