The battle of Waterloo. A poem / [John Haskins].

  • Haskins, John
Date:
1816
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The battle of Waterloo. A poem / [John Haskins]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    In numbers more than thrice tlnee times their own, And vengeance breath'd from every glittering lance. He saw the hosts, and heard the taunts of France ! Eire yet one day his destined round had run. Or Agincourt beheld the setting sun, W hose early dawn had seen each phalanx ranged, How changed their looks ! their insolence how changed “ O \ Like some proud ruin verging on its fall, A bending suppliant came the vanquish d Gaul, Craved of the victor on the sanguine plain An humble boon—interment of the slain. O Child of Satan! mad ambition ! see What direful wars! what horrors spring from thee ! \ Imped'd by thee, the faithless Louis 10 spread His conquering hosts, and till’d the realms with dread ; With each advantage o’er opposing foes His hopes increased, his rage for conquest rose. That fair Europa’s hounds could scarce suffice To till the grasp of sceptred avarice.
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