 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 164 pàgines
...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 dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 pàgines
...guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track, 'Twas in autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my father, that welcomed me back. I flew to... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pàgines
...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. Mcthought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track, Till Autumn... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 pàgines
...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 dream'd it again. Methought, o'er the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pàgines
...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 drcamt it again. Mcthonght from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate... | |
 | 1858 - 684 pàgines
...in those other fiery, linen waves. At the dead of the night, even as the poor soldier in the song, "A sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again." Not thrice only, but many times, were those boiling waters parted, and a bright green spot, where the... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 322 pàgines
...I saw, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, And thrice, ere the morning, I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array To the home of my father, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 pàgines
...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...the morning, I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas autumn ; and sunshine... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 pàgines
...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 I had roam'd 0i1 a desolate track : -Twas Autumn,—and sunshine... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 218 pàgines
...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. Methonght from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas... | |
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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. 
