 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.  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Side 2741817Fuld visning - Om denne bog
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 | Benedict Richard O'Gorman Anderson - 1991 - 244 sider
...we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 2. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. 3. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not... | |
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