 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. Few and short were the...  A Household Book of English Poetry - Էջ 2571870 - 438 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
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...with our bayonets turning, By the straggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lanthom dimly burning. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke...But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we bollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down... | |
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