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Scenes and Sketches in Continental Europe Embracing Descriptions of France ...
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Page 218 - 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.
Page 318 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood.
Page 218 - 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.
Page 58 - OF all things, an indiscreet tampering with the trade of provisions is the most dangerous, and it is always worst in the time when men are most disposed to it: that is in the time of scarcity.
Page 218 - 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.
Page 217 - I hope the people of England will be satisfied!" "I hope my country will do me justice!
Page 217 - It is as well as it is. I had rather it should go out of the field with me;" — and in that manner, so becoming to a soldier, Moore was borne from the fight.
Page 284 - A woman clothed with the sun, having the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
Page 318 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand, — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low, - — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 294 - Treason's race, The promontory whence the Traitor's Leap Cured all ambition. Did the conquerors heap Their spoils here ? Yes ; and in yon field below, A thousand years of silenced factions sleep — The Forum, where the immortal accents glow, And still the eloquent air breathes — burns with Cicero...