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The Field Of Battle.
THE FIELD OF BATTLE .
FAINTLY bfay'd the Battle ' s roar , Distant , down the hollow wind 5 Panting Terror fled before , Wounds and death were left behind . The War-fiend curs'd the sunken day That check'd his fierce pursuit too soon J While , scarcely lighting to the prey ,
Low hung , and lour'd the bloody Moon 5 The field , so late the Hero ' s pride , Was now with various carnage spread 5 And floated with a crimson tide , That dreneb'd the dying and the dead ! O ' er the sad scene of d . eareft view , Abandon'd all to horrors wild ,
• With frantic ftep , Maria flew , » Maria 1 Sorrbw ' s early child ! By Duty led , for every vein Was warm'd by Hymen ' s purest flame ; With Edgar o ' er the wintry main She , lovely , faithful Wanderer , came . For well she thought a Friend so dear
In darkest hours might joy impart ; Her Warrior , faint with toil , might cheat ; , ¦ Or soothe her bleeding Warrior ' s smart . Tho * look'd for long—in chill affright , ( The torrent bursting from her eye ) She heard the signal for the fight-While her soul trembled in a sigh— .
She heard , and clasp'd him to her breaft , Yet scarce could urge th' inglorious stays His manly heart the charm confest—Then broke the charm , —and ruih'd away-=
Too soon , in few—but deadly words , Some flying Stragglers breatil'd to tell , That , in the foremost strife of swords , The young , the gallant Edgar fell ! - She prest to hear—she caught the tale—At ev ' ry sound her blood congeal'd!—> With terror bold—with terror pale , field
She sprung to search the fatal : O ' er the sad scene , in dire amaze , She went with courage not her own-On many a corpse she cast her gaze—And turn'd her ear to many a groan 1 Drear Anguifh urged her to press Full many a hand , as wild she mourn'ds drear
Of comfort glad , the caress The damp , chill , dying hand return'd ! Her ghastly Hope was well nigh fled—When , late , pale Edgar ' s form she found , " Half-bury'd with the hoftilc dead , And bor'd with many a grisly wound ; - , She knew—she sunk—the night-bird scream'd , The Moon withdrew her troubled light , ' And left the Fair , tho' fall'n ( lie seem'd , To worse than death—and deepest nighc !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Field Of Battle.
THE FIELD OF BATTLE .
FAINTLY bfay'd the Battle ' s roar , Distant , down the hollow wind 5 Panting Terror fled before , Wounds and death were left behind . The War-fiend curs'd the sunken day That check'd his fierce pursuit too soon J While , scarcely lighting to the prey ,
Low hung , and lour'd the bloody Moon 5 The field , so late the Hero ' s pride , Was now with various carnage spread 5 And floated with a crimson tide , That dreneb'd the dying and the dead ! O ' er the sad scene of d . eareft view , Abandon'd all to horrors wild ,
• With frantic ftep , Maria flew , » Maria 1 Sorrbw ' s early child ! By Duty led , for every vein Was warm'd by Hymen ' s purest flame ; With Edgar o ' er the wintry main She , lovely , faithful Wanderer , came . For well she thought a Friend so dear
In darkest hours might joy impart ; Her Warrior , faint with toil , might cheat ; , ¦ Or soothe her bleeding Warrior ' s smart . Tho * look'd for long—in chill affright , ( The torrent bursting from her eye ) She heard the signal for the fight-While her soul trembled in a sigh— .
She heard , and clasp'd him to her breaft , Yet scarce could urge th' inglorious stays His manly heart the charm confest—Then broke the charm , —and ruih'd away-=
Too soon , in few—but deadly words , Some flying Stragglers breatil'd to tell , That , in the foremost strife of swords , The young , the gallant Edgar fell ! - She prest to hear—she caught the tale—At ev ' ry sound her blood congeal'd!—> With terror bold—with terror pale , field
She sprung to search the fatal : O ' er the sad scene , in dire amaze , She went with courage not her own-On many a corpse she cast her gaze—And turn'd her ear to many a groan 1 Drear Anguifh urged her to press Full many a hand , as wild she mourn'ds drear
Of comfort glad , the caress The damp , chill , dying hand return'd ! Her ghastly Hope was well nigh fled—When , late , pale Edgar ' s form she found , " Half-bury'd with the hoftilc dead , And bor'd with many a grisly wound ; - , She knew—she sunk—the night-bird scream'd , The Moon withdrew her troubled light , ' And left the Fair , tho' fall'n ( lie seem'd , To worse than death—and deepest nighc !