...as well as for grass. Here are the lines that do it all: first the ones about how those soldiers are "Ere evening to be trodden like the grass / Which now beneath them, but above shall grow" and then the succeeding ones about how The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay...

...stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evau's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears ! xxvn. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy...Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturniug brave, — alas I Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, bnt...

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...memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's1 fame rings in each clansman's ears! 235 And Ardennes2 waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's...brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass 240 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living...

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...Childe Haroldlll in the beautiful lines on the dead at Ardennes, which offer a post-apocalyptic peace: And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy...inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas!12 The natural world in Byron's poetry can be seen as potentially millennial, although that...

...to Waterloo came to me: Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewey with nature's tear drops, as they pass; Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave. These lines haunted me all day and seemed to be ominous. After we had crossed the pontoon, my captain,...