 | 1841 - 986 страница
...finest of the stanzas : — No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we Btedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. • * • Slowly and... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 страница
...we wound him; But he lay — like a warrior taking his rest — With his martial cloak around him! 4 Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead And we bitterly thought of the morrow — 5 We thought —... | |
 | 1840 - 378 страница
...the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...said, • And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 страница
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 страница
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 страница
...And lantern dimly borning. 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...we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd... | |
 | 1842 - 480 страница
...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. No useless...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 страница
...him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, — By the struggling moon beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we... | |
 | Charles Wolfe, John Abraham Russell - 1842 - 410 страница
...the lanthorn dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 страница
...the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as... | |
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With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 
