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.
An Essay on Elocution: With Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors, to ... - Page 177
by John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 300 pages
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