 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...  The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Pagina 131door Walter Scott - 1894 - 770 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1838 - 268 pagina’s
...the sleep that knows not hreaking Dream of hattle fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 pagina’s
...Such/««, such manners, and such mind. Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. ce : — ear,8 Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | 1842 - 504 pagina’s
...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...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 pagina’s
...the sleep that knows not hreaking; Dream of hauled flelds 110 more, Days of danger, mghts of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of righting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pagina’s
...the sleep that knows no breaking : Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping.... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 pagina’s
...sleep' that knows not breaking*; Dream of battle-fields no more', Days of danger', nights of waking*. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen* thy couch...of waking*. No rude' sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang', or war*-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Mustering clan', or squadron*... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1848 - 170 pagina’s
...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unaeen thy couch are strewinff, r airy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing....night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, nor squadron... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 pagina’s
...sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battle-fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. . In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1852 - 594 pagina’s
...Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing1, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber..."No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing1, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 pagina’s
...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...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping... | |
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