...that combines as many images of hardship, horror, or peril, as ever were compressed into two lines : " Reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the Main ¡" and then comes the exquisite transition to all that is soft, and familiar, and endearing,...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slaiti ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain. At the dead of the night a sweet vision 1 saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die — When, reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By tie wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far had I roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas...

...set their watch in the sky ; When thousands sank down on the ground overpowered, The weary to rest, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on...At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice ere the cock crew * I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fnggot tl:ut guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the...

...then, in a dream, he seems to return to his home. The story is beautifully told, and is very affecting. "When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision Isaw, And thrice ere the morning...

...thousands sank down on the ground overpowered, The weary to rest, and the wounded to die. When reposmg that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring...the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the cock crew* I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed...

...set their watch in the sky ; When thousands sank down on the ground overpowered, The weary to rest, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on...the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At tiie dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the cock crew* I dreamed it again. Methought...