 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in...  The Howe Readers by Grades: Book six-[eight] - Pagina 274door Will David Howe - 1912Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 468 pagina’s
...rhymes we sing." — • She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. XXXI. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | 1810 - 482 pagina’s
...the first Canto we cannot omit the extract ofthc following songs address* J to the Knight : town. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, " Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; " Dream of bntllcd fields no more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 pagina’s
...rhymes we sing." — She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. , XXXI. fttttf* " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | 1811 - 868 pagina’s
...мг, p. in the lonely island. The «livani which follows is in the highest order of poetry. " • Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | John Kennedy - 1818 - 152 pagina’s
...mad that night. | The jocular name of the Blink Hoi*. . '•'D 9 Sentinel; OR, VISIONS OF THE WATCH. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, night* of wakipg. SCOTT. DREAD was the hour when Henry stood,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 pagina’s
...Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking ; Dream of hattled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hull, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing.... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pagina’s
...Stanley, on !" Were the last words of Marmion. Walter Scott. 20. — Song from the Lady of the Lake. rest' ! thy warfare o'er', Sleep the sleep' that knows not breaking' ; Dream of battled fields no more', Days of danger', nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen'... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 pagina’s
...rhymes we sing."— She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between. XXXI. Sone, " Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 pagina’s
...And, oh ! that hour and broomy bower, Can I forget it ever! SLXIX. SOLDIER, REST ! THY WARFARE O'ER. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 pagina’s
...rhymes we sing. » — She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between, (to) ^ xxxr. « Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Elands unseen... | |
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