...the morrow. 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. As a matter of fact, Soult showed signal honour to the grave where Moore lies, and the monument he...

...are revealed by tearing away the skin, showed he had been scalped, though still living. Chapter XXI "Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him." Charles...

...are revealed by tearing away the skin, showed he had been scalped, though still living. Chapter XXI. "Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him." T, Charles...

...are revealed by tearing away the skin, showed he had been scalped, though still living. Chapter XXI. “Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But nothing he'll neck, if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.” Charles...

...him... 5. 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... 8. Slowly and sadly we laid him down. From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line,...

...the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd 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! But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half...

...the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd 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...

...the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd 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...

...the morrow. We thought as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the bifiow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,— But...