 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 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 twice ere the cock-crow I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roam'd... | |
 | Scottish ballads and songs - 1854 - 606 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... | |
 | Elocution - 1854 - 576 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,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 404 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, far... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 508 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... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fn^got 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, Fur, far... | |
 | English poetry - 1854 - 608 pages
...sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, 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, far... | |
 | John Frost - Elocution - 1855 - 462 pages
...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slaiu ; 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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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. 
