"Ts: generous min. That led his disposition t' the war. His soldier's heart wonk, make me love him more. I thrust base cowTos mte houer?s chair, While the true-spirited soldier stands by Fali, stream, from. Heaver to bless; return as well; So did our sons: Heaver met them as they fell. To Lucasta, on going to the Wars TELL ELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. RICHARD LOVELACE. When the Assault was intended to the City CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If ever deed of honour did thee please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms, Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower, The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. JOHN MILTON. Ode, Written in the beginning of the year 1746. HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By fairy hands their knell is rung, WILLIAM COLLINS. IN WAR-TIME Lament for Culloden [April 16, 1746.] THE lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; My father dear, and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, For mony a heart thou hast made sair ROBERT BURNS. Sound, sound the clarion' SOUND, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim One crowded hour of glorious life THOMAS OSBERT MORDAUNT. |