 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 - 1877 - 688 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. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 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, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1877 - 78 ページ
...In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, 630 Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 635 621 IHit "!«•», verses, songs, ie the spells alluded to above. Rhyme} in poetry, means a correspondence... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1926 - 270 ページ
...more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, 5 Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : 10 Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 'No rude sound shall... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 634 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. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Leroy E. Armstrong - 1916 - 408 ページ
...strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing.0 Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o 'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep...night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch0 summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | Florence Ann Adams, Elizabeth McCarrick - 1927 - 362 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, Armor's clang, or war-steed's champing; Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron... | |
 | Frederick Earle Emmons, Thomas Waterman Huntington - 1928 - 454 ページ
...danger, nights of waking. 66 The Trossachs 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 champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.... | |
 | Mark Van Doren - 1928 - 1390 ページ
...isle's Hands un Fairy Strains Every sens Soldier, Dream of No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon...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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