 | 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... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - 398 páginas
...fields no more. Days of danger, night« of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands nnseen thy conch are strewing. Fairy strains of music fall. Every sense...; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toll, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - 536 páginas
...the sleep that knows not breaking: Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of wakmg. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...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.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1869 - 336 páginas
...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...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. XXXI. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch... | |
 | E. Wadham - 1869 - 176 páginas
...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 muse in slumber dewing. Soldier rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 páginas
...its signet sage. CanlO i. Stan2a 2i. * O for the voice of that wild horn. Rob lioy. Vol. i. ch. 2. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Canto \. Stan2a 3t. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances. Canto \\. Stan2a 19. Some feelings are... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1870 - 798 páginas
...fields 110 more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...of waking. ' No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armonr's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | Epigrammatists - 1870 - 654 páginas
...not look to have. Scott, in " The Lady of the Lake," Canto I. xxxi, sings of the rest of the grave : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil,...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, * * • * Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the duy-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound... | |
 | Henry Philip Dodd - 1870 - 652 páginas
...not look to have. Scott, in " The Lady of the Lake," Canto I. xxri., sings of the rest of the grave : Sleep the s*leep that knows not breaking, Morn of...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, * * * * Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the <Liy-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound... | |
 | Gilbert Malcolm Sproat - 1871 - 144 páginas
...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...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Let the reader then compare the above last quotation, with the passionate reality of Jock o' Hazeldean,... | |
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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... 
