| Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 pages
...and the wounded to die. 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
| English poetry - 1840 - 378 pages
...sleep, and the wounded to 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 dream'di Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 pages
...sleep, and the wounded to 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far,... | |
| Eliza Robbins - American poetry - 1842 - 352 pages
...to sleep, and the wounded to dieWhen 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
| Samuel Rogers - English poetry - 1843 - 516 pages
...sleep, and the wounded to 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array. Far, far,... | |
| Children's poetry - 1843 - 184 pages
...and the wounded to die. 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 dreamed it again. Methought from the hattle-field's dreadful array Far, far... | |
| Printers - 1844 - 328 pages
...rhen reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf scaring faggot that guarded the slain, t the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice, ere the eock crew, I dreamt it again. •thought from the battle-field's dreadfnl array, Far, far I had roamed... | |
| John Wilson - English language - 1844 - 142 pages
...When, reposing that night on my pallet of straw, Ry the wolf scaring faggot that guarded the alain, 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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...sleep, and the wounded to 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
| John Frost - Elocution - 1845 - 458 pages
...sleep, and the wounded to 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
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