 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 Seiten
...and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 Seiten
...and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 Seiten
...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-searing faggot that guarded the slain -T At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 Seiten
...sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought,from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | 1831 - 272 Seiten
...and the wounded to die — When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice e're the cock crew I dreamt it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 Seiten
...sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered— The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 Seiten
...sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | 1832 - 1000 Seiten
...forget or despise his goodness. While I lay on the bank of the river, in the midst of my distress, " At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again !" I was back to Dublin — I had never been away — and... | |
 | 1834 - 480 Seiten
...reposing that night upon my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot, that guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice, 'ere the cock crew, J dreamt it * again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed on a... | |
 | 1835 - 320 Seiten
...sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
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By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw ; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. 
