 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
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - 562 páginas
...soldier is flat blasphemy. SHAESPEEE. — Measure for Measure, Act IL Scene 2. (Isabella to Lucio.) Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. SCOTT.— Lady of the Lake, Canto I. Stanza 31. He is a soldier fit to stand by Ccesar, And give direction.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1864 - 680 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, Horn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 370 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,1 Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 páginas
...dew. Ibid. On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage. Canto i. Stanza 21. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Canto i. Stanza 31. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances. Canto ii. Stanza 19. Some feelings are... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 páginas
...more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, 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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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 - 1866 - 614 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 warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - 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 warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more í Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1867 - 758 páginas
...fields || no more, Sleep the sleep || that knows not breakingv Morn of toil', || nor night of waking\ 2. No rude sound shall reach thine ear', Armor's clang,...Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan', or squadronv tramping. Yet the lark'sv shrill fife may come', At the day-break from the fallow\ And the... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 páginas
...continued. When musing on companions gone, \Ve doubly feel ourselves alone. Sir W. Scott, Mar.n. -. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Scott, L. of Lake, I. 31. Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, Why fondly study, with ingenious... | |
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