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" 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. "
Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending ... - Сторінка 78
1818
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 стор.
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face that was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd...
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The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of ...

Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 стор.
...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 — 6. We thought...
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The Rhetorical Reader: Consisting of Instructions for Regulating the Voice ...

Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 стор.
...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 marrow — 5 We thought —...
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The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading ...

Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 стор.
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stediastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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The Rhetorical Reader Consisting of Instructions for Regulating the Voice ...

Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 стор.
...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 —...
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The London Saturday journal, Томи 1 – 4

1841 - 986 стор.
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers 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...
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Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840 - 368 стор.
...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. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his...
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Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840 - 378 стор.
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, 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 of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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A System of Elocution: With Special Reference to Gesture, to the Treatment ...

Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 стор.
...Few, and short were the prayers we said; | And we spoAe not a word of sorrow ; | But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead; | And we bitterly thought of the morrow. | We thought, as we hallow'd Ais narrow bed, | And smooth'd down Ais lonely pillow, | That the foe, and the stranger would...
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