| 1839 - 612 páginas
...lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For, at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound réveillée. And now, my lads, 'tis time to turn in ; our chase is not done, and we most be np to-morrow... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 468 páginas
...lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveillie." — XXXIII. The hall was cleared — the Stranger's bed Was there of mountain heather spread,... | |
| 1811 - 868 páginas
...lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder gleti, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done. Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.' " The hall was cleared— the stranger's bei Was there of mountain heather spread, Where oft an hundred... | |
| 1811 - 872 páginas
...lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dvrng. Huntsman, rest!' thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun. For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.' "The hall was cleared — the stranjer'sM Was there of mountain heather spread, Where oft an hundred... | |
| Edmund John Eyre - 1811 - 74 páginas
...CHORUS," chanted at a Distance, till the Notes gradually become louder. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun ; For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille. Allan-Bane. The stranger comes ! my prophecy's fulfill'd ! The choristers, obedient to my wish, Unseen,... | |
| Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 páginas
...lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye Here no hugles sound reveillie. XXXIII. The hall was chared— the stranger's hed Was there of mountain heather... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...; Sleep' ! nor dream in yonder glen', How thy gallant steed lay dying'. Huntsman, rest' ! thy chase is done', Think not of the rising sun', For at dawning to assail' ye, Here no bugles sound reveillie'. Walter Scott. 21.— -On the Arrival of the British Army in Portugal to assist the Natives... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 páginas
...dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done, Think hot of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveillie."— XXXIII. The hall was clear'd—the Stranger's bed Was there of mountain heather spread,... | |
| Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 páginas
...lying ; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For, at dawning, to assail ye, Here no bugle sound revcilliff. CLXX. ALL IN THE MERRY WHITSUNTIDE. All in the merry Whitsuntide, When gay,... | |
| Walter Scott - 1822 - 400 páginas
...done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveillie." — XXXIII. The hall was clear'd — the Stranger's bed Was there of mountain heather spread, Where oft an hundred guests had lain, And dream'd their forest sports again. But vainly did the heath-flower... | |
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