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Now, see'st thou aught in this lone scene 70 Can tell of that which late hath been !
A stranger might reply,
And yonder sable tracks remain
When harvest-home was nigh.
As Teniers loved to draw; 80 And where the earth seems scorcb'd by flame,
To dress the homely feast they came,
Around her fire of straw.”
So deem'st thou—so each mortal deems, 85 Of that which is, from that which seems :
But other harvest here,
With bayonet, blade, and spear. 90 No vulgar crop was theirs to reap,
No stinted harvest thin and cheap !
Fell thick as ripen'd grain ; And ere the darkening of the day, 79. Teniers.—A famous Dutch painter of 82. Regarding the position of the Predivillage scenes.
cate toiled before the Subject, see Cowper, 82. Kerchief'd.-An Adjective in the form Task, 1. 16. of a Participle, formed from a Substantive. See Merchant of Venice, Act I, Scene 2, 87. Scythe is the object of demands. quiled shore. Note. The word kerchief, derived from couvre chef, means originally 88. Sterner..-The Comparative has refera head covering, a derivation which is en- ence to such words as “than those of tirely forgotten, when we make such com- peasants,” which are easily supplied from pounds as pocket handkerchief.
95 Piled high as autumn shocks, there lay The ghastly harvest of the fray,
The corpses of the slain.
Ay, look again—that line, so black
And trampled, marks the bivouac, 100 Yon deep-graved ruts the artillery's track,
So often lost and won ;
The fierce dragoon, through battle's flood, 105 Dash'd the hot war-horse on.
These spots of excavation tell
That reeks against the sultry beam, 110 From yonder trenchèd mound ?
The pestilential fumes declare,
Her garner-house profound.
Far other harvest-home and feast, 115 Than claims the boor from scythe released,
On these scorch'd fields were known ! Death hover'd o'er the maddening rout, And, in the thrilling battle-shout,
Sent for the bloody banquet out 120 A summons of his own.
Through rolling smoke the Demon's eye
Distinguish every tone, 111. Fumes.-See Milton's Paradise Lost, 115. See 82, 150, 218, 241, 247, 268, 289, v. 6, note.
125 That fill'd the chorus of the fray
From cannon-roar and trumpet-bray,
Down to the dying groan, 130 And the last sob of life's decay,
When breath was all but flown.
Feast on, stern foe of mortal life,
With such promiscuous carnage rife,
And cease when these are past.
Ere he attain'd his height,
Though now he stoops to night. 145 For ten long hours of doubt and dread
Fresh succours from the extended head
Still down the slope they drew,
For all that war could do
On bloody Waterloo.
155 Pale Brussels ! then what thoughts were thine, When ceaseless from the distant line
Continued thunders came !
Each burgher held his breath, to hear
These forerunners of havoc near, 160 Of rapine and of flame.
What ghastly sights were thine to meet,
In token of the unfinish'd fight, 165 And from each anguish-laden wain
The blood-drops laid thy dust like rain !
While Ruin, shouting to his band,
Cheer thee, fair City! From yon stand,
Points to his prey in vain, While maddening in his eager mood, 175 And all unwont to be withstood,
He fires the fight again.
« On ! On !” was still his stern exclaim
Rush on the levell’d gun! 180 My steel-clad cuirassiers, advance !
Each Hulan forward with his lance,
France and Napoleon !"
Their bravest and their best to dare
161. What ghastly sights were thine to meet.-An uncommon mode of expression for “What ghastly sights was it thy fate to meet." Compare line 441.
187. This line seems to imply, that Napoleon was a coward-an ungenerous and unjust insinuation.
But He, his country's sword and shield,
Still in the battle-front reveald,
Came like a beam of light,
“ England shall tell the fight !”
195 On came the whirlwind-like the last
But fiercest sweep of tempest-blast-
The war was waked anew ; 200 Three hundred cannon-mouths roar'd loud, And from their throats, with flash and cloud,
Their showers of iron threw.
Rush'd on the ponderous cuirassier, 205 The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear, And hurrying as to havoc near,
The cohorts' eagles flew.
The advancing onset rolld along, 210 Forth harbinger'd by fierce acclaim,
That, from the shroud of smoke and flame,
But on the British heart were lost
The terrors of the charging host ; 215 For not an eye the storm that view'd
Changed its proud glance of fortitude,
215. The order of the words here is very unusual, even in poetry: the subject being the Relat. Pronoun, is placed after the
Object and before the Predicate. The rhythm would suffer, if that were to stand betore the storm.