And Eivir-life is on her cheek, And yet she will not move or speak, And the deep blush, which bids its dye XIX. But vainly seems the Dane to seek ('T were well that maids, when lovers woo, To morrow is Saint Cuthbert's tide, A Christian knight and Christian bride; And of Witikind's son shall the marvel be said, That on the same morn he was christen'd and wed." CONCLUSION. AND now, Ennui, what ails thee, weary maid? And why these listless looks of yawning sorrow? No need to turn the page, as if 't were lead, Or fling aside the volume till to-morrow.— Be cneer'd 't is ended-and I will not borrow, To try thy patience more, one anecdote From Bartholine, or Perinskiold, or Snorro. Then pardon thou thy minstrel, who hath wrote A Tale six cantos long, yet scorn'd to add a note. THE FIELD OF WATERLOO. A POEM. "Though Valois braved young Edward's gentle hand, Nor Audley's squires nor Mowbray's yeomen brook'd,- They saw their standard fall and left their monarch bound." AKENSIDE TO HER GRACE THE DUCHESS OF WELLINGTON PRINCESS OF WATERLOO, &c. &c. &c. THE FOLLOWING VERSES ARE MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. THE FIELD OF WATERLOO. I. FAIR Brussels, thou art far behind, Peal'd over orchard and canal, With voice prolong'd and measured fall Thy wood, dark Soignies, holds us now,' With birch and darksome oak between, And the brown tapestry of leaves, ["The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the forest of Ardennes, famous in Boiardo's Orlando, and immortal in Shakspeare's 'As you Like it.' It is also celebrated in Tacitus as being the spot of successful defence by the Germans against the Roman encroachments."- BYRON.] tt |