...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...enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow : But we stedfastly...

...dead of night, The sod with our bayonets turning, By the trembling moon-beams' misty light, And our lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed...his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, Bnt like a warrior taking his rest, His martial cloak wrapt around him. Few and short were the prayers...

...buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the*truggling 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...

...buried him darkly nt 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 bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial...

...repeated the third stanza, and pronounced it perfect, and especially the lines : — .: • I 'I " • But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial clotik around him.' " ' I should have taken the whole,' said Shelley, ' for a rough sketch of Campbell's.'...

...night, The sod with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lanthorn 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. Few and short...

...lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclos'd his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we wound him : But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial coat around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow : But we...

...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 sliroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial...

...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...

...where our hero we buried ! "We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, 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. Few and short...