| 1810 - 702 páginas
...him by an enchantment other than that of her eyes: ' • IB our isle's enchanted hall, HamU uiuieen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing." The poet conscious that Malcolm Grjeme had a priority of lien on the heart of his heroine, in his zeal... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 468 páginas
...rhymes we sing." — • She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. XXXI. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep...strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not... | |
| 1810 - 482 páginas
...the first Canto we cannot omit the extract ofthc following songs address* J to the Knight : town. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, " Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; " Dream of bntllcd fields no more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands... | |
| 1811 - 868 páginas
...мг, p. in the lonely island. The «livani which follows is in the highest order of poetry. " • Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy strains of music fall, Every sense... | |
| John Kennedy - 1818 - 152 páginas
...mad that night. | The jocular name of the Blink Hoi*. . '•'D 9 Sentinel; OR, VISIONS OF THE WATCH. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, night* of wakipg. SCOTT. DREAD was the hour when Henry stood, Expos'd to the blast of the tempest rude... | |
| Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 páginas
...SONG. Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking ; Dream of hattled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hull, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing.... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...Stanley, on !" Were the last words of Marmion. Walter Scott. 20. — Song from the Lady of the Lake. rest' ! thy warfare o'er', Sleep the sleep' that knows...strains of music' fall, Every sense in slumber' dewing. Soldier, rest' ! thy warfare o'er', Dream of fighting fields no more' ; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 páginas
...rhymes we sing."— She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between. XXXI. Sone, " Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
| Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 páginas
...And, oh ! that hour and broomy bower, Can I forget it ever! SLXIX. SOLDIER, REST ! THY WARFARE O'ER. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
| John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 páginas
...knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields Mo more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle•s enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing;...strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,... | |
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