The soldier's companion, or Martial recorder, consisting of biography, anecdotes, poetry [&c.].1824 |
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... remained thus until eleven o'clock ; then received orders to fall in , and follow the line of march . During our march we fell to one side , to allow a brigade of guns to pass us at full speed , " Now , " said my comrades , " we will ...
... remained thus until eleven o'clock ; then received orders to fall in , and follow the line of march . During our march we fell to one side , to allow a brigade of guns to pass us at full speed , " Now , " said my comrades , " we will ...
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... remained for some time ; and to his great credit and honour , in a very short time persuaded 523 Germans who were then serving in different regiments in the French service in Spain , to join the British Army ; and whom he conducted ...
... remained for some time ; and to his great credit and honour , in a very short time persuaded 523 Germans who were then serving in different regiments in the French service in Spain , to join the British Army ; and whom he conducted ...
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... remained unknown ; but many years afterwards , when the circumstance was almost forgotten , the villagers themselves , voluntarily surrendered the arms to the authorities of the country , and declared they had taken them , merely ...
... remained unknown ; but many years afterwards , when the circumstance was almost forgotten , the villagers themselves , voluntarily surrendered the arms to the authorities of the country , and declared they had taken them , merely ...
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... remained with him in future to merit that of Lieutenant . TERROR . Two days after the battle of Maida , a Corporal and three soldiers escorting General Stuart's baggage mistook their road ; and instead of taking that to Monte Leone ...
... remained with him in future to merit that of Lieutenant . TERROR . Two days after the battle of Maida , a Corporal and three soldiers escorting General Stuart's baggage mistook their road ; and instead of taking that to Monte Leone ...
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... remained at Edinburgh ; he was also intrusted with a letter to the Governor of Edinburgh Castle . This circumstance he mentioned to one of Monk's sergeants , as he was going towards the castle . The sergeant , saw something unusual in ...
... remained at Edinburgh ; he was also intrusted with a letter to the Governor of Edinburgh Castle . This circumstance he mentioned to one of Monk's sergeants , as he was going towards the castle . The sergeant , saw something unusual in ...
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The Soldier's Companion, Or Martial Recorder, Consisting of Biography ... Soldier Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
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?