The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 10, No. 288, Supplementary Number by Various
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department we especially notice the _Sun-Dial_, a pensive tale, by Delta,
but too long for extract; and the _Sky-Lark_ by the Ettrick Shepherd, soaring with all the freshness and fancy of that extraordinary genius. The _Sword_, a beautiful picture of martial woe, by Miss Landon, is subjoined:-- 'Twas the battle field, and the cold pale moon Look'd down on the dead and dying, And the wind pass'd o'er with a dirge and a wail, Where the young and the brave were lying. With his father's sword in his red right hand. And the hostile dead around him, Lay a youthful chief: but his bed was the ground, And the grave's icy sleep had bound him. A reckless Rover, 'mid death and doom, Pass'd a soldier, his plunder seeking: Careless he stept where friend and foe Lay alike in their life-blood reeking. Drawn by the shine of the warrior's sword, The soldier paused beside it: He wrench'd the hand with a giant's strength, But the grasp of the dead defied it. He loosed his hold, and his English heart Took part with the dead before him, And he honour'd the brave who died sword in hand, |
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