 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in...  The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Side 126af Walter Scott - 1831 - 490 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 sider
...more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle•s enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near ;' „•,, Guards... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 sider
...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, l)ream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows...of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall roach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing, 'frump uor pibroch summon here Mustering clan,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 sider
...waking. In our isle's euchaotcd hall, Hands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strain» of mu^ic fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest!...Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that kuows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. « No rude sound shall reacb thine ear, Armour's... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 sider
...more', Days of danger1, nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen* thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense...At the daybreak from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow*. Ruder' sounds shall none' be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1834 - 280 sider
...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Drcam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that...rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-stood champing. Trump nor pibroch summon hero Mustering clan, nor squadron tramping. Yet the... | |
 | 1837 - 574 sider
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warder summon... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 394 sider
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 380 sider
...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroach summon here JVI ustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At... | |
 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 sider
...danger, nights of waking. ID our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fair)' strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing....thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Tramp nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Vet the lark's shrill fife may... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1838 - 268 sider
...enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Dream of...fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor 'night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang,... | |
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