The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... called out he would have a drink , let the world go as it would . He stooped to drink ; a ball pierced his head ; he fell with it in the well , which was discoloured by brains and blood . Thirsty as we were , we could not taste it . At ...
... called out he would have a drink , let the world go as it would . He stooped to drink ; a ball pierced his head ; he fell with it in the well , which was discoloured by brains and blood . Thirsty as we were , we could not taste it . At ...
Strona 20
... called , by the natives , Jaun Keeshall , or the destroyer of life ; and its casting and position are attributed to the deotas , or divinities , though its almost obliterated Persian inscriptions de- clare its formation by human means ...
... called , by the natives , Jaun Keeshall , or the destroyer of life ; and its casting and position are attributed to the deotas , or divinities , though its almost obliterated Persian inscriptions de- clare its formation by human means ...
Strona 21
... called the Old Man's Company ; it consisted of eighty Germans of the age of forty and upwards ; the person who at their first assembling led them to the field , was ninety - seven years of age , had been forty years in the regular ...
... called the Old Man's Company ; it consisted of eighty Germans of the age of forty and upwards ; the person who at their first assembling led them to the field , was ninety - seven years of age , had been forty years in the regular ...
Strona 30
... called in question ; and observed in confirmation of this , that they had not taken a single article with the exception of the arms which they now restored . Being asked how they had contrived to steal them from the centre of the tent ...
... called in question ; and observed in confirmation of this , that they had not taken a single article with the exception of the arms which they now restored . Being asked how they had contrived to steal them from the centre of the tent ...
Strona 35
... - ceiving his army defeated without hopes of recovery , called for his horse , mounted it , and galloped off among the crowd of runaways . COLONEL ELLIS , ( TWENTY - THIRD REGIMENT ROYAL WELSH OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 35.
... - ceiving his army defeated without hopes of recovery , called for his horse , mounted it , and galloped off among the crowd of runaways . COLONEL ELLIS , ( TWENTY - THIRD REGIMENT ROYAL WELSH OR , MARTIAL RECORDER . 35.
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Strona 122 - 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.
Strona 122 - 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.
Strona 404 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Strona 225 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Strona 93 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Strona 123 - 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.
Strona 264 - AMONG the liberal donations of our countrymen to the fund for the relief of the widows and orphans of the brave men who fell in the...
Strona 123 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. 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.
Strona 179 - And I looked, and rose up, and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, Be not ye afraid of them : remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.
Strona 468 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?