Journal of an Officer in the Commissariat Department of the Army: Comprising a Narrative of the Campaigns Under His Grace the Duke of Wellington, in Portugal, Spain, France, and the Netherlands, in the Years 1811-1815; and a Short Account of the Army of Occupation in France During the Years 1816-1818 |
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Journal of an Officer in the Commissariat Department of the Army: Comprising ... John Edgecombe Daniel Affichage du livre entier - 1820 |
Journal of an Officer in the Commissariat Department of the Army: Comprising ... John Edgecombe Daniel Affichage du livre entier - 1820 |
Journal of an Officer in the Commissariat Department of the Army: Comprising ... John Edgecombe Daniel Affichage du livre entier - 1820 |
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3d division 4th division afternoon appeared arms arrived artillery assembled attack baggage banks Battalion battle bridge brigade British Buonaparte called camp carried cavalry close Colonel column command commenced continued corps covered crossed direction ditto Dragoons Duke early encamped enemy enemy's engaged England English face fall fell field fire Foot force formed France French army front ground Guards head heights Hill horses hour infantry joined killed King leave light light division Lord Wellington Louis XVIII Major-General miles morning mountains moved movements night o'clock obliged occupied officers operations ordered Paris passed Picton plain Portuguese position present Prince Prussian quarters reached rear received regiment remained retired retreat returned river road Royal Salamanca sent severely side soon Spain Spanish storm taken Thomas thousand town troops village whole wood wounded
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Page 369 - THERE was a sound of revelry by night ; And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 369 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Page 369 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness...
Page 370 - Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal...
Page 370 - Cameron's gathering" rose ! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 371 - Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Page 371 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 369 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Page 345 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 471 - William Frederick, Earl of Clarendon, Baron Hyde of Hindon, a Peer of the United Kingdom, a Member of Her Britannic Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath...