...more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every...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,...

...мг, p. in the lonely island. The «livani which follows is in the highest order of poetry. " • Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep...no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...

...rhymes we sing."— She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between. XXXI. Sone, " Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows...

...! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted...fall, Every sense in slumber dewing ; Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn...

...harp unseen Filled up the symphony between. xxxr. SONG. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep Hi.' sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields...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...

...translated. Also, how, in line 7, the men are put for the abstract qualities. EXERCISE XLIII. (Sir W. Scott). Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep...danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall 5 Hands unseen thy couch are strewing : Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing....

...rhymes we sing." She sung, and still a harp unseen Filled up tl,u symphony between. XXXI. SONG. oldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows...slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Drcam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night...

...XXXI. SONO. " Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking Dream of hattle fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking....strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep...

...sing." She sung, and still a harp unseen Fill'd up the symphony between.* XXXI. Sema. " Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking...Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep tliat knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " íío rude sound shall reach thine ear,"...

...that cannot attayne herennto, decke them with christall. They sing verses prettily componnd, XXX1. " Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep...strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. coutayning (for the most part) prayses of valiant men. There is not almost any other argument, whereof...