 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 頁
...shroud 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—as... | |
 | James Carrick Moore - 1834 - 436 頁
...dimly burning. in. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; Iv. 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. We thought, as... | |
 | James Carrick Moore - 1834 - 434 頁
...dimly burning. in. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; IV. 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. V. We thought,... | |
 | B. Ducos - 1834 - 444 頁
...sheet or in shroud we wound hini ; But he lay like a warrior <aking his resl, With his'martial eloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we s|ioke not a Word of sorrow : But we steadfastly gazed on the faee that was dead , And we bitterly... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1835 - 420 頁
...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...of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow — 5 We thought — as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow — Howthe/oeand... | |
 | 1871 - 340 頁
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 | 1835 - 320 頁
...with our bay'nets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning. 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 on the morrow. No useless coffin... | |
 | 1834 - 464 頁
...truth of the poet, — " No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay, like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him." Near Sir John Moore's, is a monument to Sir Ralph Abercromby, which presents a very imposing appearance.... | |
 | 1836 - 884 頁
...the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound 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 of the dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, aa we... | |
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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. 
