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 - Página 2571870 - 438 páginasVista completa
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Martin Gardner - 1995 - 177 páginas
...lantern dimly hurning. No useless coffin enclosed his hreast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his...But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow hed, And smoothed down...
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Bernard Cornwell - 2009 - 336 páginas
...God," Harper crossed himself, then looked with horror at Sharpe. Lord Cochrane reverted to poetry: "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." Then His Lordship began to laugh, and his laugh swelled to...