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" 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 cloak around him. "
Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending ... - Page 78
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Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical Notices

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1842 - 440 pages
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as...
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Selections from the Writings of the Late J. Sydney Taylor: With a Brief ...

John Sydney Taylor - Lawyers - 1843 - 568 pages
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and ghort were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfostly gaz'd on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to ...

Readings - English poetry - 1843 - 466 pages
...his martial cloak around him. Not 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 steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as...
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...
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The universal class-book: a ser. of reading lessons

Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 pages
...lay, like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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Proceedings - Philological Society, London, Volume 5

Philological Society (Great Britain) - Philology - 1854 - 270 pages
...Lochiel, or with Wolfe's Burial of Sir John Moore, as in the lines, Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the fSce of the dead, And we bitterly thought on the morrow. But such a mode of...
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McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader

William Holmes McGuffey - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1879 - 372 pages
...Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 5. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, . And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and...
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The Original Rhythmical Grammar of the English Language

James Chapman - Elocution - 378 pages
...like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few — and short, were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly looked on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we...
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Famous Poems from Bygone Days

Martin Gardner - Literary Collections - 1995 - 212 pages
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we...
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Sharpe's Devil: Napoleon and South America, 1820-1821

Bernard Cornwell - Fiction - 2009 - 338 pages
...then looked with horror at Sharpe. Lord Cochrane reverted to poetry: "Few and short were the prayers we said. And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow." Then His Lordship...
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