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...enclos'd his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud \ve wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest — With his martial cloak around him. " Few...we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. " We thought, as we hollow'd...

...coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. ' Few and...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. ' We thought as we...

...our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning. 3. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. 4. We thought as we hollowed...

...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. Few and short...we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his...

...with some passages of Campbell's Lochiel, or with Wolfe's Burial of Sir John Moore, as in the lines, Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the fSce of the dead, And we bitterly thought on the morrow. But such a mode of recital would...

...enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few — and...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly looked on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his...

...enclosed his hreast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short...we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we hitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his...

...and who was his predecessor as leader, stands alone. Even the poll tax was buried, at dead of night. 'Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow.'12 Our Rip van Winkle would have wondered whether Conservative fratricide was something borrowed...

...God," Harper crossed himself, then looked with horror at Sharpe. Lord Cochrane reverted to poetry: "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." Then His Lordship began to...