 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...  The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Page 162by Sir Walter Scott - 1900 - 582 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 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...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy... | |
 | Walter Scott - Arthurian legend - 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...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy... | |
 | 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...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy strains of music fall, Every sense... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - Elocution - 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...waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense in slumber' dewing. Soldier, rest' !... | |
 | 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...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 pages
...harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. xxxr. SONG. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep Hi.' sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1830 - 530 pages
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 | Charles Granville Gepp - English poetry - 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...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall 5 Hands unseen thy couch are strewing : Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing.... | |
 | Walter Scott - Scottish poetry - 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...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Elands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 416 pages
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