And as the allied hosts advance All the left wing is given to France, Is given to France and - Fame! Yes, these together always ride The Dioscouroi of the tide Where War plays out the game!...
An ancient Chronicle has told That, in the famous days of old, In Antioch under ground The self-same lance was found - Unbitten by corrosive rust - The lance the Roman soldier thrust...
I turn aside; and, in the pause, might start As Mem'ry's elbow leans upon Time's Chart, Which shows, alas! how soon all men must glide Over meridians on life's ocean tide -...
The cock hath crow'd. I hear the doors unbarr'd; Down to the moss-grown porch my way I take, And hear, beside the well within the yard, Full many an ancient, quacking, splashing drake,...
Over the farm is brooding silence now - No reaper's song - no raven's clangor harsh - No bleat of sheep - no distant low of cow - No croak of frogs within the spreading marsh -...
That solitary cloud grows dark and wide, While distant thunder rumbles in the air, A fitful ripple breaks the river's tide - The lazy cattle are no longer there, But homeward come in long procession slow,...