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It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Granville. Oh, youth, and love, which is the light of youth, Why pass ye as the morning Life goes on, But like a bark that first in carelessness, And afterwards in fear of each rough gale, Has flung her richest freightage overboard.
Miss Landon. See, see, my friends, this light and tiny bark,
Upon the waves of life launched forth anew;
Be we the first to serve her as a crew.
Let us who see the voyage commencing here,
C. C. Colton.
And, ever and anon, with rosy red,
Such looks, such bashfulness might well adorn
The delighted spirit, To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice.
The gallants dancing by the river's side,
We do our nature wrong,
Neglecting over long
The ramble up the slope
Of the high mountain cope-
The fresh, luxurious bath,
Far from the trodden path, Or ’mid the ocean waves dashing with harmless roar, Lifting us off our feet upon the sandy shore.
BATTLE. THEREWITH they 'gan, both furious and fell, To thunder blowes, and fiercely to assaile Each other, bent his enemy to quell, That with their force they perst both plate and maile, And made wide furrows in their fleshes fraile, That it would pity any living eye. Large floods of blood adowne their sides did raile, But floods of blood could not them satisfie: Both hungred after death; both chose to win or die.
Spenser. Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground: Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth: And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French.--Shakspere.
And now, their mightiest quell'd, the battle swerv'd
Now night her course began, and over heaven
See that huge battle moving from the mountains! Their gilt coats shine like dragon's scales, their march Like a rough tumbling storm; see them, and view
them, And then see Rome no more. Say they fail, look, Look where the armed cars stand; a new army! Look, how they hang like falling rocks! as murdering Death rides in triumph, Drusius, fell destruction Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him His many thousand ways to let out souls.
Beaumont and Fletcher. Hark! the death-denouncing trumpet sounds The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onsetDestruction rushes dreadful to the field, And bathes itself in blood: havoc let loose Now undistinguish’d, rages all around; While ruin, seated on her dreary throne, Sees the plain strewed with subjects truly hers, Breathless and cold.
Here might you see
With dismal groans,
When Greeks join'd Greeks, then was the tug of war; The laboured battle sweat, and conquest bled.
Lee. But when all is past, it is humbling to tread O’er the weltering field of the tombless dead, And see worms of the earth and fowls of the air, And beasts of the forest, all gathering there; All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.
Battle's magnificently stern array.
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Far flashed the red artillery. Campbell
Empires and kings, how oft have temples rung,
With impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn! How oft above their altars have been hung,
Trophies that led the good and wise to mourn; Triumphant wrong, battle of battle born, And sorrow that to fruitless sorrow clung!
So passes man,
Spirit of light and life! when battle rears
Even like an arrow on the wind he rode
Sir A. Hunt.