 | 1912 - 312 lehte
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 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 508 lehte
...the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; 5 And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw ; 10 And thrice ere the... | |
 | William Stebbing - 1913 - 426 lehte
...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf -scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice... | |
 | Stephen Graham - 1913 - 362 lehte
...And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. Whilst reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, And then the story of that vision of his own country, the mountain goats bleating aloft, the sweet... | |
 | Stephen Graham - 1913 - 376 lehte
...Whilst reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again." And then the story of that vision of his own country, the mountain goats bleating... | |
 | Ōson Sakurai - 1917 - 426 lehte
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 | Anna May Irwin Lütkenhaus - 1917 - 230 lehte
...the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower 'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw By the wolf -scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw ; And thrice... | |
 | 1917 - 874 lehte
...appended Campbell's lines — When reposing that night on my pnllet of straw. By the wolfs scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice e'er the morning I dreamt it again — and " The Angel's Whisper," illustrating Samuel Lover's verses... | |
 | Mrs. Alexander Lawson, Alexander Lawson - 1920 - 310 lehte
...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. When reposing...from the battlefield's dreadful array Far, far, I had roamed on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,... | |
 | Edward Opotiki Mousley - 1921 - 462 lehte
...Roight yer hare ! 'Ere, Toenails, pallit-er strore is forwerd — hand the quilt halso." At Ike dead of night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again — Kindly eliminate " dreamed " and substitute " saw," then re-read it. Don't laugh... | |
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By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, —... 
