 | 1810 - 702 sayfa
...him by an enchantment other than that of her eyes: ' • IB our isle's enchanted hall, HamU uiuieen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing." The poet conscious that Malcolm Grjeme had a priority of lien on the heart of his heroine, in his zeal... | |
 | 1810 - 482 sayfa
...the first Canto we cannot omit the extract ofthc following songs address* J to the Knight : town. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, " Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; " Dream of bntllcd fields no more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands... | |
 | 1811 - 868 sayfa
...мг, p. in the lonely island. The «livani which follows is in the highest order of poetry. " • Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy strains of music fall, Every sense... | |
 | John Kennedy - 1818 - 152 sayfa
...mad that night. | The jocular name of the Blink Hoi*. . '•'D 9 Sentinel; OR, VISIONS OF THE WATCH. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, night* of wakipg. SCOTT. DREAD was the hour when Henry stood, Expos'd to the blast of the tempest rude... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 sayfa
...SONG. Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking ; Dream of hattled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hull, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing.... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 sayfa
...rhymes we sing."— She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between. XXXI. Sone, " Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 sayfa
...And, oh ! that hour and broomy bower, Can I forget it ever! SLXIX. SOLDIER, REST ! THY WARFARE O'ER. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 sayfa
...harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. xxxr. SONG. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep Hi.' sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields...slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, l)ream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 sayfa
...unseen Filld up the symphony between, fio) XXXI. ЗО.ЧС. « Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Steep the sleep that knows not breaking . Dream of battled...more. Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's euchaotcd hall, Hands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strain» of mu^ic fall, Every sense in slumber... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 sayfa
...rhymes we sing. » — She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between, (to) ^ xxxr. « Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Elands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,... | |
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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... 
