 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
 | English poetry - 1869 - 328 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...Mustering clan or squadron tramping, Yet the lark's shrill file may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1869 - 336 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...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. XXXI. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch... | |
 | E. Wadham - 1869 - 176 ページ
...isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every muse in slumber dewing. Soldier rest ! thy warfare o'er,...knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor night of waking. — SCOTT. 3. The Lay in Quick Metre. — If neither in quick metre the lay has much recognised standing,... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1870 - 798 ページ
...110 more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...of waking. ' No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armonr's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | Epigrammatists - 1870 - 654 ページ
...not look to have. Scott, in " The Lady of the Lake," Canto I. xxxi, sings of the rest of the grave : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil,...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, * * • * Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the duy-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound... | |
 | Henry Philip Dodd - 1870 - 652 ページ
...not look to have. Scott, in " The Lady of the Lake," Canto I. xxri., sings of the rest of the grave : Sleep the s*leep that knows not breaking, Morn of...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, * * * * Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the <Liy-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound... | |
 | Gilbert Malcolm Sproat - 1871 - 144 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...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Let the reader then compare the above last quotation, with the passionate reality of Jock o' Hazeldean,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 ページ
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are Ford and Company fightin™ fields no more ; Sleep (he sleep that knows not breaking, Mom of toil, nor night of waking.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1871 - 234 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...dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.... | |
 | 1872 - 638 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...come, 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... | |
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