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CURIOSITIES OF MUSIC.
And it pleases me, too, to hear around The voice of the soldiers crying;
And joy is mine When the castles strong, totter and crack;
And I see the foemen join, On the moated floor all compass'd round With the palisade and guarded mound.
Lances and swords, and stained helms, And shields dismantled and broken,
On the verge of the bloody battle scene, The field of wrath betoken;
And the vassals are there,
And there fly the steeds of the dying and dead;
And where the mingled strife is spread, The noblest warriors care
Is to cleave the foeman's limbs and head,—
The conqueror less of the living than dead.
I tell you that nothing my soul can cheer,
Or banqueting or reposing, Like the onset cry of " charge them " rung
From each side as in battle closing, Where the horses neigh, And the call to "aid" is echoing loud; And there on the earth the lowly and proud
In the foes together lie; And yonder is piled the mangled heap Of the brave that scaled the trench's steep.
Barons! your castles in safety place, Your cities and villages too,
Before ye haste to the battle scene, And, Papiol! quickly go, And tell the lord of " Oc and No,"
That peace already too long hath been. |
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