 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track ; 'Twas... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track : 'Twas... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 322 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. 3. Methouglit from the battle-field's dreadful array, • Far, far, I had roamed... | |
 | 1840 - 368 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dream'd it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1840 - 376 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.... | |
 | 1840 - 378 páginas
...slain, At. the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dream'di Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn ; and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 páginas
...the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track: 'T was Autumn. — andsunshinearoeeon the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw. By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array. Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track : T was... | |
 | 1843 - 184 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, . And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought from the hattle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate... | |
 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 páginas
...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, Ry the wolf scaring faggot that guarded the alain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate... | |
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By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. 
