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 WATERLOO. 35I Pent in those fatal walls the wounded ].e; None, noue may suecour, and they cannot fly *. Oh, wko can tell the horrors of that hour, When Death Sm'd dallying with his savage power When the poor victim must peorce await, Not with high ardour meet and dare his fate. Hark, to that rattling, grating, shiing crash l Down the roofrushes-down the rafters dash. A moment's darkness---the the tlame again Starts, like a strengthen'd giant, from the plsn.: Around--within--above. o'er tower and wall Shakes its red tresses, spreads its lurid pall; Then unrelenting Pours its blasting breath Fierce on its human prey--and all is death .* Not such thy fate, young hero of the band, Who those proud walls unconquerably maun'd, Brave Craufurd,* dauntlessly thy valour's glow Led the bold sally full upon the foe. Alas, too well was nim'd th fatal ball *.' And, oh, what promise perish'd in thy fall ! �Thomas, son of Sir James CraufurdLieutenant in the third Guards; The command of the detachment at Hougoumot haddevolved upon him, that I have sindai out  .here a/J were brave, let pdvate feeling plead my excuse. ......... Google

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