The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... fire bright blazing , and the vestment warm ; " In vain his little children , peeping out " Into the mingling storm , demand their sire , " With tears of artless innocence . Alas ! " Nor wife , nor children more , shall he behold ...
... fire bright blazing , and the vestment warm ; " In vain his little children , peeping out " Into the mingling storm , demand their sire , " With tears of artless innocence . Alas ! " Nor wife , nor children more , shall he behold ...
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... fire from Captain Rudyerd's gun , could make little or no impression . Their confidence and audacity was every ` moment increasing , and it became necessary to silence a fire , which had already done some execution . There was a party ...
... fire from Captain Rudyerd's gun , could make little or no impression . Their confidence and audacity was every ` moment increasing , and it became necessary to silence a fire , which had already done some execution . There was a party ...
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... fire had instantly retired . This was immediately observed by a Sepoy named Bhoop Narain Sing , who fearlessly proceeded to occupy this opening , and when my gentleman exhibited his pate the second time , he put his musket to his head ...
... fire had instantly retired . This was immediately observed by a Sepoy named Bhoop Narain Sing , who fearlessly proceeded to occupy this opening , and when my gentleman exhibited his pate the second time , he put his musket to his head ...
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... fires still burning just as they had left them . Not a shot had been fired at this time . We observed a large Spanish column moving along the heights , on our right . We halted , and drew up in column . Orders were given to brush out ...
... fires still burning just as they had left them . Not a shot had been fired at this time . We observed a large Spanish column moving along the heights , on our right . We halted , and drew up in column . Orders were given to brush out ...
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... fire for some time , until the bugle sounded to cease firing . We lay on the height for some time . Our drought was excessive ; there was no water upon the height , save one small spring , which was rendered useless . One of our men ...
... fire for some time , until the bugle sounded to cease firing . We lay on the height for some time . Our drought was excessive ; there was no water upon the height , save one small spring , which was rendered useless . One of our men ...
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Страница 122 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 122 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 404 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Страница 225 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Страница 93 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 123 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 264 - AMONG the liberal donations of our countrymen to the fund for the relief of the widows and orphans of the brave men who fell in the...
Страница 123 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Страница 179 - And I looked, and rose up, and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, Be not ye afraid of them : remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.
Страница 468 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?