 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 頁
.... COLLINS. 125 BUEIAL OF SIR JOHN MOOEE. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged...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.... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 頁
...ii ii WOLFE. THE BURIAL OF SIB JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged...buried. We buried 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.... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 頁
...OF SIR JOHN MOORE. BY WOLFE. Nor a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell...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.... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 頁
...Victory. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. • Not a drum was heard, not a funeral-note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged...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.... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 頁
...J/rt. Southey. THE BURIAL OF SIB JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged...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.... | |
 | Eddie McCartney - 1999 - 104 頁
...drum was heard, not a funeral note As his corpse to the rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharges 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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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. 
