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The bridegroom, who has hardly press'd
Thou canst not name one tender tie,
O! when thou see'st some mourner's veil
Period of honour as of woes,
What bright careers 'twas thine to close!-
[The Poet's friend, Colonel Sir William De Lancey, married the beautiful daughter of Sir James Hall, Bart., in April, 1815, and received his mortal wound on the 18th of June. See Captain B. Hall's affecting narrative in the first series of his " Fragments of Voyages and Travels," vol. ii. p. 369.]
Saw'st gallant MILLER'S' failing eye
Forgive, brave Dead, the imperfect lay!
1 [Colonel Miller, of the Guards-son to Sir Wm. Miller, Lord Glenlee. When mortally wounded in the attack on the Bois de Bossu, he desired to see the colours of the regiment once more ere he died. They were waved over his head, and the expiring officer declared himself satisfied.]
["Colonel Cameron, of Fassiefern, so often distinguished in Lord Wellington's despatches from Spain, fell in the action at Quatre Bras, (16th June, 1815,) while leading the 92d, or Gordon Highlanders, to charge a body of cavalry, supported by infantry."-Paul's Letters, p. 91.]
" [Colonel the Honourable Sir Alexander Gordon, brother to the Earl of Aberdeen, who has erected a pillar on the spot where he fell by the side of the Duke of Wellington.]
To fill, before the sun was low,
Till time shall cease to run; And ne'er beside their noble grave, May Briton pass and fail to crave A blessing on the fallen brave
Who fought with Wellington!
Farewell, sad Field! whose blighted face
'["Beyond these points the fight extended not,
Its breadth scarce more, from eastern Popelot
To where the groves of Hougomont on high
"But wouldst thou tread this celebrated ground,
From western Hougomont thy way begin;
There was our strength on that side, and there first,
Mr. Southey adds, in a note on these verses: "So important a battle, perhaps, was never before fought within so small an extent of ground. I computed the distance between Hougomont and Popelot at three miles; in a straight line it might probably not exceed two and a half.
"Our guide was very much displeased at the name which the battle had obtained in England,Why call it the battle of
Yet though thy garden's green arcade
And Blenheim's name be new;
Waterloo?' he said,' Call it Hougomont, call it La Haye Sainte, call it Popelot, -any thing but Waterloo.'"-Pilgrimage to Waterloo.]
STERN tide of human Time! that know'st not rest, But, sweeping from the cradle to the tomb, Bear'st ever downward on thy dusky breast Successive generations to their doom; While thy capacious stream has equal room For the gay bark where Pleasure's streamers sport, And for the prison-ship of guilt and gloom, The fisher-skiff, and barge that bears a court, Still wafting onward all to one dark silent port ;
Stern tide of Time! through what mysterious change
Such fearful strife as that where we have striven,
Until the awful term when Thou shalt cease to flow.
Well hast thou stood, my Country!- the brave figt
Beside thee Europe's noblest drew the blade, Each emulous in arms the Ocean Queen to aid.