 | 1862 - 180 lehte
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 | 1863 - 804 lehte
...the battle ; Not an officer lost! enly one of the men Moaning out, all' alone, the death-rattle. " All quiet along the Potomac to-night,". Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming, . And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon And tin- light .of their camp-fires are gleaming.... | |
 | 1850 - 696 lehte
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 | Sir William Howard Russell - 1861 - 1102 lehte
...not count in the uerfu of the battle ; Not an officer lost — only one of the men Moaning out, ail alone, the death, rattle." All quiet along the Potomac to-night, Where the soldiers He peacefully dreaming ; Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, Or the light of the watch-lire... | |
 | 1862 - 500 lehte
...not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost — only one of the men Moaning out, nil alone, the death rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; Their tents in the raya of the clear autumn moon, Or the light of the watch Are gleaming. A tremulous sijih, aa the gentle... | |
 | John Esten Cooke - 1863 - 316 lehte
...Stonewall regiment in a neighboring grove, till they, too, fade away into the stilly night, and soon — ' The soldiers lie peacefully dreaming, Their tents...watch-fires are gleaming, A tremulous sigh as the gentle night wind Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping, While the stars up above with their glittering... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - 1863 - 410 lehte
...of the battle; "Not an officer lost—only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac to-night, Where the soldiers...rays of the clear autumn moon Or the light of the watch-fire, gleaming. A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind Through the forest-leaves softly is... | |
 | William Wyndham Malet - 1863 - 332 lehte
..."Tis nothing — a private or two, now and then, Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost — only one of the men — Moaning out,...to-night, Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming, As their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, Or the light of the watch-fires, are gleaming.... | |
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Tis nothing ; a private or two, now and then, Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost — only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle." All quiet along the Potomac... 
