The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... Highland Thistle shines most bright , -- To fear unknown , to flight a stranger ! In Holland , Egypt , Denmark , Spain , This gallant Ninety - second bore it ; On Zealand's shore , in Gallia's plain , Full on their breasts , exulting ...
... Highland Thistle shines most bright , -- To fear unknown , to flight a stranger ! In Holland , Egypt , Denmark , Spain , This gallant Ninety - second bore it ; On Zealand's shore , in Gallia's plain , Full on their breasts , exulting ...
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... Highland hills returning ! And well you mark in every face The joy that native home inspires , When warm , ' the kindred , lov'd embrace , With rapture every bosom fires ! Loud shouts again the welkin ring ; Again the pipes in gayest ...
... Highland hills returning ! And well you mark in every face The joy that native home inspires , When warm , ' the kindred , lov'd embrace , With rapture every bosom fires ! Loud shouts again the welkin ring ; Again the pipes in gayest ...
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... Highland soldier rushed forward and placed himself in front of his Officer , Lieutenant Simon M'Donald , afterwards Major of the 92nd Regiment . Lieutenant M'Donald having asked what brought him there , answered , " You know that when I ...
... Highland soldier rushed forward and placed himself in front of his Officer , Lieutenant Simon M'Donald , afterwards Major of the 92nd Regiment . Lieutenant M'Donald having asked what brought him there , answered , " You know that when I ...
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... Highland gentleman of seventy years of age , who had accompanied Fraser's regiment as a volunteer , was particularly noticed for the dexterity and force with which he used his broadsword , when his regiment charged the enemy . On two ...
... Highland gentleman of seventy years of age , who had accompanied Fraser's regiment as a volunteer , was particularly noticed for the dexterity and force with which he used his broadsword , when his regiment charged the enemy . On two ...
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... HIGHLAND ) REGIMENT OF FOOT . This tune was the composition of General Reid , and called by him the Highland or Forty - second Regiment's March ; the Song was originally composed in Gaelic by a Soldier of the Regiment , and the ...
... HIGHLAND ) REGIMENT OF FOOT . This tune was the composition of General Reid , and called by him the Highland or Forty - second Regiment's March ; the Song was originally composed in Gaelic by a Soldier of the Regiment , and the ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?