 | William Beattie - 1850 - 576 pages
...rest, and the wounded to die. When reposmg 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 cock crew* I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1850 - 442 pages
...and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fu;riiyt that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, Aud thrice ere tin; morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,... | |
 | Garland - 1850 - 152 pages
...sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw ; And twice ere the cock-crow I dreamt it again. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-searing faggot... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1851 - 768 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... | |
 | N. Leitch - 1851 - 234 pages
...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slam; 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,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - Readers - 1852 - 570 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 dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - Elocution - 1852 - 570 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 dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | Edward Deering Mansfield - Generals - 1852 - 672 pages
...And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered. The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. ****** " 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,... | |
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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. 
