 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 páginas
...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...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 cloak... | |
 | Old Humphrey - 1842 - 366 páginas
...we hurried ! Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we 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, Not... | |
 | 1842 - 480 páginas
...rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 páginas
...hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We huried 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... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 páginas
...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 cloak... | |
 | Charles Wolfe, John Abraham Russell - 1842 - 410 páginas
...; Not a soldier discharged his ferewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried kim darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lanthorn dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not... | |
 | John Sydney Taylor - 1843 - 568 páginas
...hurried ; | farewell shot ero we buried. ^original state, by correcting the q; points out. Eti. Wo boned 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 UHclcss coffin confined his breast, Nor in... | |
 | Archibald Alison - 1843 - 1154 páginas
...would tread O'er the grave where our hero we buried. o'er his head. And we far away on the billow. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ) But half of our heavy task was done, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light. When the clock struck... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. ading spears of driven and the trampling of moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 páginas
...rampart we hurried: Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we 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... | |
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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... 
