...Mysia, and hence it is called by Yirgil VII. " No useless coffin inclosed his breast, '] . . . • Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, . . . But he...taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. * * * « We spoke not a word of sorrow, But stedfastly gazed on the face that was dead." Wolfe's Ode...

...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 sheet, nor in shroud, we bound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short...

...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 around him. Few and short...

...night, The eads with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-benm'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 around him. Few and short...

...even in the attitnde of repose, at once arrested the eye. Tall, athletic, and dignified, " He l.-ty like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him." I saw before me one of the bravest, the most distinguished, the most trusted of the Generals who fonght...

...the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin inclos'd his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior , taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Both few and short were the pray'rs we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly...

...night, The sods with our tmxonets 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 around him. Few and short...

...where our hero we buried. No useless coffin enclosed hiabreat>t, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Yn fad oedd y tebwrdd, galarnad ni fu, Tr.i ei [rorff i'r amgacrau cyrchasom ; Ni baethai un milwr,...

...night, The sods with our bayonets turninjr, 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 around him. Few and short...

...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 around him. Few and short...