 | 1810 - 702 oldal
...him by an enchantment other than that of her eyes: ' • IB our isle's enchanted hall, HamU uiuieen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing." The poet conscious that Malcolm Grjeme had a priority of lien on the heart of his heroine, in his zeal... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 468 oldal
...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,...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. • " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, . Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 oldal
...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,...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. i " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1810 - 482 oldal
...more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,... | |
 | 1811 - 872 oldal
...nights of waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1811 - 868 oldal
...knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,...strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 oldal
...; Dream of hattled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hull, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 oldal
...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,...not breaking', Morn of toil', nor night of waking'. No rude' sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang', or war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 oldal
...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 slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows... | |
 | Renfrew county - 1821 - 542 oldal
...not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,...fall, Every sense in slumber dewing ; Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn... | |
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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... 
