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 - الصفحة 126بواسطة Walter Scott - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 490عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 726
...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... | |
| Standard poetry book - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...breaking; Dream of battle-fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber...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... | |
| Walter Scott - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 792
...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch arc .-•; n .•...-, Fairy strains of music fall. Every sense in slumber...summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. • A Highland air, salted to the particular piuslon which the :..-•: v wuuld extitr or wauage. —... | |
| Walter Scott - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 1204
...sleep that knows not breaking Mom of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine car, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch...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... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 656
...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 í Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.... | |
| Walter Scott - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 670
...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 brcil Morn of toil, nor night of waking. "... | |
| Thomas Crampton - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 136
...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, XXXII. She paused — then, blushing, led the lay To grace the stranger of the day... | |
| Charles Bilton - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 216
...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...here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark s shrill fife may come, At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 398
...no more. Days of danger, night« of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands nnseen thy conch are strewing. Fairy strains of music fall. Every sense...; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toll, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 536
...no more, Days of danger, nights of wakmg. 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.... | |
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