| 1832 - 1000 pages
...or despise his goodness. While I lay on the bank of the river, in the midst of my distress, " At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again !" I was back to Dublin — I had never been away — and what an exuberance of delight... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 pages
...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 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... | |
| England - 1835 - 794 pages
...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 ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array. Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas... | |
| Ballads, English - 1835 - 418 pages
...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 ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas... | |
| Songs - 1835 - 320 pages
...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 ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track; I flew... | |
| English poetry - 1836 - 514 pages
...dead of the night a sweet vision 1 i-:i\v, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array. Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track : Т was Autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me bai-k... | |
| J H Hedley - 1836 - 352 pages
...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 ere the niorning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 pages
...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 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... | |
| Thomas Campbell - Bookbinding - 1837 - 360 pages
...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 roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the homeof my fa thers, that welcomed me back.... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...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 ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track ; 'Twas... | |
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