The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... native hills , and within sight of the town of Presteign , not half a mile from his home ; he perished in the snow ! The morning had seen him , blyth as the lark of summer ; it was greeted with the melody of his pipe : -the evening ...
... native hills , and within sight of the town of Presteign , not half a mile from his home ; he perished in the snow ! The morning had seen him , blyth as the lark of summer ; it was greeted with the melody of his pipe : -the evening ...
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... 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 . But what is ...
... 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 . But what is ...
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... native country . WHY do these shouts the welkin rend ? What pipes are those so sweetly sounding ? What soldier laddies hither bend Their footsteps , o'er the dark heath bounding ? High on the wind their green plaids swell , Their black ...
... native country . WHY do these shouts the welkin rend ? What pipes are those so sweetly sounding ? What soldier laddies hither bend Their footsteps , o'er the dark heath bounding ? High on the wind their green plaids swell , Their black ...
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... 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 measure Play sweetly , while the Highland fling And reel , make each heart ...
... 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 measure Play sweetly , while the Highland fling And reel , make each heart ...
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... native of Switzerland , private in this regiment , was taken prisoner by a party of french lancers and escorted into Seville , where he remained for some time ; and to his great credit and honour , in a very short time persuaded 523 ...
... native of Switzerland , private in this regiment , was taken prisoner by a party of french lancers and escorted into Seville , where he remained for some time ; and to his great credit and honour , in a very short time persuaded 523 ...
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The Soldier's Companion, Or Martial Recorder, Consisting of Biography ... Soldier Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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7th Hussars afterwards arms army artillery attack battalion battle of Albuera battle of Dettingen battle of Waterloo bayonet body brave bravery brigade British British army cannon Captain cavalry Colonel colours command comrades conduct corps courage dead death defended deserter detachment Duke endeavoured enemy enemy's English fame fell fire force French French officer gallant garrison gave gentleman glory Governor grenadiers ground guard hand head hero Highland honour horse Hussars immediately infantry instantly intrepidity Jemadar John Cox Hippisley killed King letter Lieutenant Lieutenant-Colonel Light Dragoons Lord Lord Wellington Majesty Majesty's Major military morning native never night non-commissioned officers o'clock o'er party present Prince prisoner rank received Regiment of Dragoons Regiment of Foot replied retired Royal Highness sent serjeant shew shot siege Siege of Gibraltar soldier soon sword took town troops valour whole wounded
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?