 Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our Isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in...  The Lady of the Lake - Página 30por Walter Scott - 1893Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1855 - 590 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 páginas
...In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen* thy couch are strewing ; Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense in slumber* dewing. Soldier, rest*! thy...not breaking', Morn of toil', nor night of waking*. No rude' sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang', or war*-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1855 - 396 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing ; Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1856 - 776 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1857 - 444 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy cpuch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 'No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1857 - 372 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,1 Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | James White - 1858 - 316 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy streams of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. ' No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Oswald Jackson - 1858 - 300 páginas
...hearts could have sung, with more than a poet's interest and feeling, the following Requiem : — ' Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor night of waking. ***** No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1860 - 656 páginas
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy...no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Mora of toil nor night of waking. **No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
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