...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, With...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...

...lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him J whole of its content« upon the plains of the Camatic....of which no eye had seen, no heart conceived, and steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as...

...with our bayonets turning, By the straggling moon-beams' misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning. 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 on the morrow. No useless coffin...

...the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclos'd his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And 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. 1 He was killed...

...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...

...moon-beam1s misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like...we said, 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...

...the lantern dimly hurning. No useless coffin enclosed his hreast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With...we said, And 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...

...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...

...rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 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. The Bennett parody...