The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... hand ; these obstacles instead of checking his valour raised it . The cornet being wounded in the wrist , let the standard drop ; Brown started from the ranks , shot the gen d ' armes who had seized it , and clapped it between his legs ...
... hand ; these obstacles instead of checking his valour raised it . The cornet being wounded in the wrist , let the standard drop ; Brown started from the ranks , shot the gen d ' armes who had seized it , and clapped it between his legs ...
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... fifty guineas , and present them to him as from an unknown hand . I am not myself rich , as you know , or my do- nation had been less scanty . " SUTHERLAND FENCIBLES . ( Honourable Distinction . ) In the OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 5.
... fifty guineas , and present them to him as from an unknown hand . I am not myself rich , as you know , or my do- nation had been less scanty . " SUTHERLAND FENCIBLES . ( Honourable Distinction . ) In the OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 5.
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... Accordingly the British Chief- tains and their marshal followers , thought it far below them , to put their hands to any useful labour . CAPTAIN GILLESPIE , ( AFTERWARDS MAJOR GENERAL GILLESPIE . ) 10 THE SOLDIER'S COMPANION ,
... Accordingly the British Chief- tains and their marshal followers , thought it far below them , to put their hands to any useful labour . CAPTAIN GILLESPIE , ( AFTERWARDS MAJOR GENERAL GILLESPIE . ) 10 THE SOLDIER'S COMPANION ,
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... hand hath heal'd Those sons who feel so proud to own thee : Again they'll rush to Honor's field , And fresh green laurels earn to crown thee ! HONORARY DISTINCTIONS , ( Continued from Page 8. ) BOURBON OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 23.
... hand hath heal'd Those sons who feel so proud to own thee : Again they'll rush to Honor's field , And fresh green laurels earn to crown thee ! HONORARY DISTINCTIONS , ( Continued from Page 8. ) BOURBON OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 23.
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... hand , with which he removed some obstructions that were in his way , and having proceeded a few yards , he heard a ... hands and knees , down the narrow passage , which led to it , ( which he accomplished with eminent danger to himself ) ...
... hand , with which he removed some obstructions that were in his way , and having proceeded a few yards , he heard a ... hands and knees , down the narrow passage , which led to it , ( which he accomplished with eminent danger to himself ) ...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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