 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
 | Walter Scott - 1857 - 372 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...night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,1 Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | James White - 1858 - 316 ページ
...nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy streams of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Oswald Jackson - 1858 - 300 ページ
...hearts could have sung, with more than a poet's interest and feeling, the following Requiem : — ' Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...At the daybreak from the fallow ; And the bittern sound his drum. Booming from the sedgy shallow. Kuder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1858 - 952 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...of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,* Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1860 - 656 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...no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Mora of toil nor night of waking. **No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 ページ
...Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed's champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1862 - 706 ページ
...rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Mom of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - 562 ページ
...soldier is flat blasphemy. SHAESPEEE. — Measure for Measure, Act IL Scene 2. (Isabella to Lucio.) Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. SCOTT.— Lady of the Lake, Canto I. Stanza 31. He is a soldier fit to stand by Ccesar, And give direction.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1864 - 680 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...no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 370 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...no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Mora of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,1 Armour's clang, or war-steed... | |
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