 | Anthony Hamilton (of the 43rd Light Infantry.) - Peninsular War, 1807-1814 - 1847 - 176 pages
...O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with sur bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty...light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound Mm; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,... | |
 | Great Britain. Adjutant-General's Office, Richard Cannon - 1847 - 180 pages
...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried ! We buried him darkly at dead of- night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning 1 1809 No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay... | |
 | Salem Town - American literature - 1847 - 420 pages
...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 2. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moon-beam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. 3. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we bound him ; But he lay, like... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1929 - 688 pages
...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's...light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1879 - 374 pages
...shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. 2. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. 3. No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like... | |
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O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. 
