 By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.  The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine - Стр. 2781817Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - Страниц: 296
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | Joseph Albert Mosher - 1920 - Страниц: 668
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - Страниц: 942
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's rgan Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his refct With his martial... | |
 | Lennox Robinson - 1925 - Страниц: 368
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | Charles Lewis Hind - 1925 - Страниц: 186
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - Страниц: 412
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his lireast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay, like a warrior taking his rest, With... | |
 | 1926 - Страниц: 780
...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland - 1926 - Страниц: 1744
...buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's - Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | 1927 - Страниц: 490
...We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By struggling moonbeams's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial... | |
 | 1888 - Страниц: 580
...coffin the sailor's hammock makes. Again, we all know how the soldier is buried on the battle-field— " No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him." We cannot... | |
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