 Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.  The Lady of the Lake - Page 62by Walter Scott - 1904 - 250 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 pages
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. i " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1810 - 482 pages
...our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every sense in slumber dewing. " Soldier, rest! thy...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,... | |
 | 1811 - 872 pages
...waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | 1811 - 868 pages
...of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rode sound shall reach thine ear. Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing. Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pages
...In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every sense in slumber' dewing. Soldier, rest' ! thy...not breaking', Morn of toil', nor night of waking'. No rude' sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang', or war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 pages
...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 pages
...waking. In our isle•s enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1826 - 294 pages
...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, l)ream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall roach thine ear, Armour's clang, nor war-steed champing, 'frump uor pibroch summon... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 pages
...waking. In our isle's euchaotcd hall, Hands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strain» of mu^ic fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy...Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that kuows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. « No rude sound shall reacb thine ear, Armour's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 pages
...waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Elands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. « No rude sound shall reach thine ear. Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon... | |
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