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 MalcolmConstable & Company, 1831 |
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... night , when on duty , a soli- tary sentinel , has it wrung from my breast a groan of remorse . I Scarce had I left the house , when a sensation of horror at what I had done pierced my heart . I thought the echo of my steps sounded ...
... night , when on duty , a soli- tary sentinel , has it wrung from my breast a groan of remorse . I Scarce had I left the house , when a sensation of horror at what I had done pierced my heart . I thought the echo of my steps sounded ...
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... night . In the morning early , meeting a party of recruits about to embark , I rashly offered to go with them ; my offer was accepted , and I embarked at Leith , with seventeen others , for the Isle of Wight , in July 1806 . The morning ...
... night . In the morning early , meeting a party of recruits about to embark , I rashly offered to go with them ; my offer was accepted , and I embarked at Leith , with seventeen others , for the Isle of Wight , in July 1806 . The morning ...
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... night , the sea seemed sparkling with fire . I inquired the cause of this assemblage of fishes , and their tameness , at an old sailor . He inform- ed me , that the cause was the reflection of the copper on the ship's bottom , and that ...
... night , the sea seemed sparkling with fire . I inquired the cause of this assemblage of fishes , and their tameness , at an old sailor . He inform- ed me , that the cause was the reflection of the copper on the ship's bottom , and that ...
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... night and day . My hands , when I left home , were white and soft ; now they were excoriated and brown , and , where they were unbroken , as hard as horn . Often overpowered by fatigue , sleep has sealed my eyes ; -I have awoke groaning ...
... night and day . My hands , when I left home , were white and soft ; now they were excoriated and brown , and , where they were unbroken , as hard as horn . Often overpowered by fatigue , sleep has sealed my eyes ; -I have awoke groaning ...
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... nights were frosty , with now and then a little snow , and great show- ers of hail as large as beans . In the day , dreadful rains deluged all around . We had sometimes thunder and lightning . One night in particular , the whole earth ...
... nights were frosty , with now and then a little snow , and great show- ers of hail as large as beans . In the day , dreadful rains deluged all around . We had sometimes thunder and lightning . One night in particular , the whole earth ...
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amidst amongst arms arrived artillery Astorga attack batteries battle bayonets Bayonne began Benevente Bidassoa bridge brigade British army camp cavalry charge Charmilly Colonel column command commenced corps Corunna covered dark dead death division dreadful embarkation encamped enemy enemy's fatigue feelings fell fire forced formed France French army front Galicia gave ground guard guns halted heard heights hill honour hope hour intrenched Lisbon looked Lord Castlereagh Lord Wellington Lord William Bentinck Lugo Madrid marched ment miles morning mountains moved neral never niards night o'clock occupied officers passed picquets Portugal Portuguese position prisoners quarters rain rear received orders regiment remained retired retreat river road Romana Salamanca scarce scene sent shot side Sir David Baird Sir John Moore Sir Rowland Hill skirmish soldiers soon Soult Spain Spaniards Spanish spirit stood thing tion Toulouse town troops valley Villa Franca village whole wounded
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Página 208 - 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.
Página 208 - 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.
Página 207 - 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.
Página 207 - 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.
Página 206 - 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...
Página 164 - 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.
Página 200 - 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.
Página 173 - Spaniards had neither the power, nor the inclination, to make any efforts for themselves.
Página 221 - 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.