The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... side , and that you will not let me be buried without trying another drop of brandy . " Three years rolled away ; the generous D- -s left the regiment , went to reside at Presteign , and was , accidentally , one of the first spectators ...
... side , and that you will not let me be buried without trying another drop of brandy . " Three years rolled away ; the generous D- -s left the regiment , went to reside at Presteign , and was , accidentally , one of the first spectators ...
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... side , to allow a brigade of guns to pass us at full speed , " Now , " said my comrades , " we will have work to do before night . " We crossed a river ; and , as we passed through a village , we saw , on the other side of the road ...
... side , to allow a brigade of guns to pass us at full speed , " Now , " said my comrades , " we will have work to do before night . " We crossed a river ; and , as we passed through a village , we saw , on the other side of the road ...
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... side of the tent , having carefully removed one peg , and soon found that all the guard was asleep , relying on their double sentries . By this time , the other villagers had followed their leader and were all lying in the same posture ...
... side of the tent , having carefully removed one peg , and soon found that all the guard was asleep , relying on their double sentries . By this time , the other villagers had followed their leader and were all lying in the same posture ...
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... side . NORFOLK MILITIA . THE late Mr. Wyndham , when Major of this regiment , previous to their being reviewed at Kensington by His Majesty , took consi- derable pains to teach his Officers ( all of whom were country gentle- men ) how ...
... side . NORFOLK MILITIA . THE late Mr. Wyndham , when Major of this regiment , previous to their being reviewed at Kensington by His Majesty , took consi- derable pains to teach his Officers ( all of whom were country gentle- men ) how ...
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... side , found the action grow too warm , he made haste to give his benediction , and dismissed his awkward recruits . GRATITUDE . QUARTER - MASTER JACKSON , of the 7th OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 43 would instantly have been cashiered; but ...
... side , found the action grow too warm , he made haste to give his benediction , and dismissed his awkward recruits . GRATITUDE . QUARTER - MASTER JACKSON , of the 7th OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 43 would instantly have been cashiered; but ...
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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?