 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 Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - 126 ページWalter Scott 著 - 1831 - 490 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | 1839 - 560 ページ
...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...squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At ihe day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 ページ
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are lively glow, Play'd on Matilda's neck of snow, Her...her lovers sat between, With open brow and equal mie ear,8 Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | 1862 - 512 ページ
...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...rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's... | |
 | 1842 - 504 ページ
...Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here. Here's no war steed's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 ページ
...rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of righting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound...thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Tramp nor pihroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet tiie lark's shrill fife may... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 ページ
...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...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Euder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 ページ
...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...At the daybreak from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow*. Ruder' sounds shall none* be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1848 - 170 ページ
...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....rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, nor squadron tramping. Yet the... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 ページ
...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...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 ページ
...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...At the daybreak from the fallow ; And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Euder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
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