 | Thomas Campbell - 1803 - 162 sider
...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... | |
 | 1904 - 518 sider
...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 crew, 1 dreamt it again. Methought, from the battle field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate... | |
 | 1804 - 450 sider
...and the wounded to uie ! .When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fr.gjot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, Ar.d twice, ere the cock crew, dreamt it again. Me thoight from the battle field's dreadful array,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 sider
...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 - 1810 - 272 sider
...the wounded to die. 47 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... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 sider
...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slai n, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Melhought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 378 sider
...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice ere the cock crew, I dreamt it again. Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate tract, Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way Methought... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 sider
...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 1 saw, And thrice ere the morning 1 dreamt it again* Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 sider
...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. Mcthought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far... | |
 | 1821 - 270 sider
...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 dream't 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. 
