The Writer of "The Burial of Sir John Moore" DiscoveredT. Thatcher, 1908 - 93 páginas |
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... feet , Or the watchword cautiously uttered . And we left the dust of our brother to lie In its noisome habitation With the trust that its spirit had flown on high To its heavenly habitation . At the time of Sir John Moore's death ...
... feet , Or the watchword cautiously uttered . And we left the dust of our brother to lie In its noisome habitation With the trust that its spirit had flown on high To its heavenly habitation . At the time of Sir John Moore's death ...
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... the grave was only two feet deep this explains why the writer says , " But half of our task was done . " This verse has been altogether altered . Russell tells us that Charles Wolfe changed it at the suggestion of a literary friend 20.
... the grave was only two feet deep this explains why the writer says , " But half of our task was done . " This verse has been altogether altered . Russell tells us that Charles Wolfe changed it at the suggestion of a literary friend 20.
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... feet . This was smuggled to Cork , and shown as a great work of art . His townsmen never saw the joke , but they never forgave him , and in 1873 the Cork Library refused a memorial tablet of him . He wrote some charming lyrics , and has ...
... feet . This was smuggled to Cork , and shown as a great work of art . His townsmen never saw the joke , but they never forgave him , and in 1873 the Cork Library refused a memorial tablet of him . He wrote some charming lyrics , and has ...
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... feet are tied together ; his brushes , comb , button - stick , and almost every- thing are stolen from him , and he is punished for losing them . If he does try to clean his lock ( and he is a very bad hand at it , poor fellow ) , some ...
... feet are tied together ; his brushes , comb , button - stick , and almost every- thing are stolen from him , and he is punished for losing them . If he does try to clean his lock ( and he is a very bad hand at it , poor fellow ) , some ...
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... feet , that sunk into the soft ground , after him , until the sergeant - major , himself tired , and Corporal Smith not having yet come , ordered him to halt and go through the manual exercise . The exercise so called is that of the ...
... feet , that sunk into the soft ground , after him , until the sergeant - major , himself tired , and Corporal Smith not having yet come , ordered him to halt and go through the manual exercise . The exercise so called is that of the ...
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amongst Archdeacon Russell army Astorga Barney bayonets boat body British Burial of Sir buried Charles Wolfe coffin College Green Cornwall Corporal Smith corpse Corunna dead death distant and random Donnolly Dragoons Edinburgh Annual Edinburgh Annual Register embarked enemy fellow flogged foe was suddenly French funeral Galroy gave grave guard halt hand hear hurried John Moore's Joseph Wolfe keep knapsack knew look martial morning musket never NEWICK night non-commissioned officers numbers o'er officers ordered party Paul Swanston Peg Runciman Peninsular Campaign perhaps philosopher piquet poem poet poetry Portsmouth pounds sterling prisoners published punishment punishment-drill ramparts random gun rear regiment replied retreat rhyme Sally Day Samuel O'Sullivan sergeant-major ship shot shovel Simple John Sir Arthur Wellesley Sir John Moore soldier sorrow stanza stolen suddenly firing thou thought took troops uncon verses village Waller Wolfe's word wreck write
Pasajes populares
Página 25 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou should'st smile no more. And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead.
Página 74 - Few and short were the prayers we said And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought — as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow — How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Página 82 - 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 82 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 74 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Página 15 - No coffin 12 458 459 could be procured ; and the officers of his staff wrapped the body, dressed as it was, in a military cloak and blankets. The interment was hastened ; for, about eight in the morning, some firing was heard, and the officers feared that, if a serious attack were made, they should be ordered away, and not suffered to pay him their last duty. The officers of his family bore him to the grave; the funeral service was read by the chaplain ; and the corps was covered with earth.
Página 27 - ... piled up with his books, a small rickety table before the fire-place, covered with parish memoranda, and two trunks containing all his papers — serving at the same time to cover the broken parts of the floor, — constituted all the furniture of his sitting-room. The mouldy walls of the closet in which he slept were hanging with loose folds of damp paper...
Página 10 - I made him listen to me as I read the passage, which he heard with deep and sensible emotion. We were both loud and ardent in our commendation of it, and after some little time I proposed to our friend to take a walk into the country. He consented, and we bent our way to Simpson's nursery, a place about half-way between Dublin and the Rock.
Página 25 - twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene — I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone...