Winfrid Afterwards Called Boniface Ad 680 755 Waterloo a Lay of Jubilee Fo
Winfrid Afterwards Called Boniface Ad 680 755 Waterloo a Lay of Jubilee Fo
William Selwyn
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Now with fresh fury charged the cannons roar From either height ; the oldest warriors said, Never did such continuous thunder-peals Shake heaven and earth : and now with truer aim That iron storm sweeps o'er the British ridge, Rending the patient ranks that lie behind : While shells infernal, bursting in their fall, 730 'Mid the down-lying columns havoc spread ; Or plunging in soft earth, break forth again, Like the long-pent volcano, scattering death. ' Good practice that, ' said Wellington, u...nmoved. When the round shot came crashing through his chn. 40 * TJicy did not use to fire so zvell in Spain. ' He saw his faithful Fitzroy Somerset Reft of right arm, while watching by his side ; He saw his friend of youth, De Lancey bold, Hurl'd by the rushing of a cannon-shot 740 Sheer o'er his horse's head, and dash'd to earth Prone on his face, rebounding where he fell ; Brave Gordon pray'd him not to venture thus His precious life — the life of all his host — Then fell beside him, smitten with death-wound : And all around him, staff and orderly, Have felt the storm ; swift death, or stricken limb, Or steed disabled, thin the gallant band ; His own brave chestnut, at the rushing whiz, So sharp and shrill, uneasy paws the ground ; 755 And ' let ns part a little, ' he cries, ' ivc make * Too good a mark for their artillery.
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