 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 pages
...rhymes we sing." — She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. , XXXI. fttttf* " 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... | |
 | 1810 - 482 pages
...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... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 468 pages
...rhymes we sing." — • She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. XXXI. " 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... | |
 | 1811 - 868 pages
...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 that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | John Kennedy - 1818 - 152 pages
...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 knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, night* of wakipg. SCOTT. DREAD was the hour when Henry stood,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pages
...Stanley, on !" Were the last words of Marmion. Walter Scott. 20. — Song from the Lady of the Lake. 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'... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 pages
...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 knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 pages
...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 - 1831 - 582 pages
...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 that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Elands unseen... | |
 | Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 194 pages
...translated. Also, how, in line 7, the men are put for the abstract qualities. EXERCISE XLIII. (Sir W. Scott). 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 5 Hands unseen... | |
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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... 
