<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady of the Lake: Canto 1 (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SONG</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, <br> Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking:<br> Dream of battled fields no more,<br> Days of danger, nights of waking.<br> In our isle's enchanted hall,<br> Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,<br> Fairy strains of music fall,<br> Every sense in slumber dewing.<br> Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,<br> Dream of fighting fields no more:<br> Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,<br> Morn of toil, nor night of waking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No rude sound shall reach thine ear,<br> Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,<br> Trump nor pibroch summon here<br> Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.<br> Yet the lark's shrill fife may come<br> At the day-break from the fallow,<br> And the bittern sound his drum,<br> Booming from the sedgy shallow.<br> Ruder sounds shall none be near,<br> Guards nor warders challenge here,<br> Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,<br> Shouting clans or squadrons stamping....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,<br> While our slumbrous spells assail ye,<br> Dream not, with the rising sun,<br> Bugles here shall sound reveillé.<br> Sleep! the deer is in his den;<br> Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;<br> Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen,<br> How thy gallant steed lay dying.<br> Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done,<br> Think not of the rising sun,<br> For at dawning to assail ye,<br> Here no bugles sound reveillé.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519694" data-title="The Lady of the Lake: Canto 1 (excerpt) de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="SONG Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking: Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music f..."></div> </div> </div>

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