 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 страница
...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...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. i " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1810 - 482 страница
...Hands unseen thy conch 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 thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1811 - 458 страница
...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...summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. 11 Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his... | |
 | 1811 - 872 страница
...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1811 - 868 страница
...of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rode sound shall reach thine ear. Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 страница
...rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall...ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pihroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come, At the... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страница
...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...war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Yet the lark's' shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 страница
...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum,... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 страница
...I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armours clang, nor war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 страница
...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, l)ream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows...of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall roach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing, 'frump uor pibroch summon here Mustering clan,... | |
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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 in... 
