Memorials of the Late War ...: Journal of a soldier of the Seventy-first regiment (Highland light infantry) from 1806 to 1815. The Spanish campaign of 1808, by Adam Neale. Despatch after the battle of Corunna, by Sir John Hope. Reminiscences of a campaign in the Pyrenees and south of France, by John Malcolm
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الصفحة 206 - 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.
الصفحة 206 - 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. 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.
الصفحة 205 - 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.
الصفحة 205 - 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.
الصفحة 204 - 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
الصفحة 162 - I certainly at first did feel, and expressed much indignation at a person like him, being made the channel of a communication of that sort from you to me. Those feelings are at an end ; and I dare say they never will be excited towards you again.
الصفحة 198 - They were still separated from each other by stone walls and hedges, which intersected the ground : but as they closed it was perceived that the French line extended beyond the right flank of the British ; and a body of the Enemy were observed moving up the valley to turn it.
الصفحة 171 - Spaniards had neither the power, nor the inclination, to make any efforts for themselves.
الصفحة 219 - The troops, though not unacquainted with the irreparable loss they had sustained, were not dismayed, but by the most determined bravery not only repelled every attempt of the enemy to gain ground, but actually forced him to retire, although he had brought up fresh troops in support of those originally engaged.