The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... land at their head , was never forgotten by those who saw them , and who never failed to express admiration of their fine military air . In this corps there was no light infantry company ; upwards of 260 men being above 5 feet 11 inches ...
... land at their head , was never forgotten by those who saw them , and who never failed to express admiration of their fine military air . In this corps there was no light infantry company ; upwards of 260 men being above 5 feet 11 inches ...
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... land of potatoes , And no sound , but of glory , has charms for our ear . • Our colours his own royal arms hath supported ; gave : The charge of their fame to our honour he And we trust in the field where true glory is courted , They'll ...
... land of potatoes , And no sound , but of glory , has charms for our ear . • Our colours his own royal arms hath supported ; gave : The charge of their fame to our honour he And we trust in the field where true glory is courted , They'll ...
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... land , and Fife ; Master of Roxbrugh , Thruslebruge , Musslebruge , and Kirkaldy ; Laird of Liberton , tooly and whilly Major of Stir- ling , and Constable of Leith , and Sir John Lesslie to the boot of all that . Sir , Yours , JOHN ...
... land , and Fife ; Master of Roxbrugh , Thruslebruge , Musslebruge , and Kirkaldy ; Laird of Liberton , tooly and whilly Major of Stir- ling , and Constable of Leith , and Sir John Lesslie to the boot of all that . Sir , Yours , JOHN ...
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... lands to stray , Danger and death companions of his way . Here , in his native village , drooping age Clos'd the long evening of his pilgrimage ; Speak of the past , of names of high renown , Or his brave comrades long to dust gone down ...
... lands to stray , Danger and death companions of his way . Here , in his native village , drooping age Clos'd the long evening of his pilgrimage ; Speak of the past , of names of high renown , Or his brave comrades long to dust gone down ...
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... land . Princely valour nobly firing , Plunging on a desp'rate foe ! Ev'ry martial breast inspiring , Bade us conquer at Cateau . YORK ! to vict'ry still conduct us , Teach us merit by your own ; By your virtues still instruct us How to ...
... land . Princely valour nobly firing , Plunging on a desp'rate foe ! Ev'ry martial breast inspiring , Bade us conquer at Cateau . YORK ! to vict'ry still conduct us , Teach us merit by your own ; By your virtues still instruct us How to ...
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The Soldier's Companion, Or Martial Recorder, Consisting of Biography ... Soldier Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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7th Hussars afterwards arms army artillery attack battalion battle of Albuera battle of Dettingen battle of Waterloo bayonet body brave bravery brigade British British army cannon Captain cavalry Colonel colours command comrades conduct corps courage dead death defended deserter detachment Duke endeavoured enemy enemy's English fame fell fire force French French officer gallant garrison gave gentleman glory Governor grenadiers ground guard hand head hero Highland honour horse Hussars immediately infantry instantly intrepidity Jemadar John Cox Hippisley killed King letter Lieutenant Lieutenant-Colonel Light Dragoons Lord Lord Wellington Majesty Majesty's Major military morning native never night non-commissioned officers o'clock o'er party present Prince prisoner rank received Regiment of Dragoons Regiment of Foot replied retired Royal Highness sent serjeant shew shot siege Siege of Gibraltar soldier soon sword took town troops valour whole wounded
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Side 122 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Side 122 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Side 404 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Side 225 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Side 93 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 123 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 264 - AMONG the liberal donations of our countrymen to the fund for the relief of the widows and orphans of the brave men who fell in the...
Side 123 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 179 - And I looked, and rose up, and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, Be not ye afraid of them : remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.
Side 468 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?