 | John Reed - 1997 - 528 pàgines
...- fore_o'er, The original song, from the first canto of Scott's Lady of the Lake, runs as follows: Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor wanders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 2005 - 277 pàgines
...not breaking, 634 Morn of toil, nor night of waking. "No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armor's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon...and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping." XXXH She paused— then, blushing, led the lay To grace the stranger of the day. Her mellow notes awhile... | |
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No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming... 
