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" O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 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. "
Echoes of Life: Or, Beautiful Gems of Poetry & Song. A Choice Collection of ... - หน้า 398
แก้ไขโดย - 1890 - 557 หน้า
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 หน้า
...Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon, When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun. WOLFE. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum was heard,...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. Wo buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moon-beam's...

Principles of Elocution

Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 หน้า
...funeral-note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell-shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried...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,...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 หน้า
...any fair lake that the breeze is upon, When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun. 220 WOLFE. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum was heard,...light. And the lantern 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...

A Muse of Fire: Literature, Art and War

Arnold D. Harvey - 1998 - 350 หน้า
...'The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna': Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged...moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning . . . But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard...
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A Book of Irish Verse

William Butler Yeats - 2002 - 216 หน้า
...once were so dear, Thomas Moore THE BURIAL OF SIRJOHN MOORE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral-note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier...dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior...
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