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wounded struggling in agouy a calm lulling sleep, against which struggling was vain ; for in the midst of a frost-locked and devastated country help was not.
16. The stern winter hid for months the horrors, but as spring once more visited the earth, and its snowy garment slowly dissolved away in the swollen rivers, the sun began to shine upon the relics of the war. Arms, accoutrements, the tawdry trappings of the privates and the rich uniforms of the officers, all were there ; but in all the fearful stiffness of death to a man almost, either young or in the prime of life, there were 300,000 corpses of their enemy for the Russians to bury; and in vast funeral pyres, as of sacrifices to the bloodstained god of French glory, 160,000 dead horses to burn.
Magnificence of ruin! what has time,
In all it ever gazed upon of war, Of all the wild rage of storm, or deadly clime,
Seen, with that battle's vengeance to com
How glorious shone the invaders' pomp
afar! Like pampered lions from the spoil they came:
The land before them silence and despair, The land behind them massacre and flame. Blood will have tenfold blood! What are they
now ?-A name.
In Stygiano cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes and shrieks and sights
unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous
wings, And the night raven sings; There under ebon' shades, and low-brow'd
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian8 desert ever dwell.
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee,
From his watch-tower 21 in the skies,
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Right against the eastern gate,
55. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measuresRusset 31 lawns, and fallows 32
60 Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast, The labouring *3 clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide : Towers and battlements 35 it sees, Bosom’d high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure 37 of neighbouring eyes.
. Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
70 From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set, Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses ; And then in haste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or if the earlier season lead To the tann'd 39 haycock in the mead.