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44 Literary Gazette, 15th October, 1825, Page 668

Sketches of those fine points in History, That rivet heart and eye.

white plume was upon his head, The spur upon his heel. The trumpets rang upon his ear, With a note the dead might feel.

Before him lay a gallant host, His own, his banner'd line, Where from a thousand silver shields, Flush'd back the morning shine.

He sat upon his raven steed, As a tall ship curbs the deep; One instant yet he reined his horse— He heard his lady weep.

"And weepest thou Lady mine?" he said, "Thou art a soldier's bride; Dearer should be his fame than aught    In the wide world beside."

"Away," she cried, "these are not tears    That fall for thee or me; I weep our infant boy too young     To fight, and follow thee."L. E. L.