On Dyfed's richest valley,

Where herds of kine were browsing,

We made a mighty sally

To furnish our carousing.

Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;

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We met them, and o'erthrew them : They struggled hard to beat us ;

But we conquered them, and slew them.

As we drove our prize at leisure,

The king marched forth to catch us : His rage surpassed all measure,

But his people could not match us. He fled to his hall-pillars;

And, ere our force we led off, Some sacked his house and cellars, While others cut his head off.

We there, in strife bewildering,
Spilt blood enough to swim in :
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens

We glutted with our foemen ;
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,

And much their land bemoaned them,

Two thousand head of cattle,

And the head of him who owned them : Ednyfed, King of Dyfed,

His head was borne before us;

His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.

T. L. PEACOCK.

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THREE MEN OF GOTHAM

Seamen three ! What men be ye?
Gotham's three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?

To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine.

And your ballast is old wine.

Who art thou, so fast adrift?

I am he they call Old Care.

Here on board we will thee lift.
No: I may not enter there.

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What the charm that floats the bowl?
Water may not pass the brim.

The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine.

And your ballast is old wine.

T. L. PEACOCK,

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THE GRAVE OF LOVE

I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfin's grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,

That erst thy false affection gave.

I pressed them down the sod beneath;
I placed one mossy stone above ;
And twined the rose's fading wreath
Around the sepulchre of love.

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Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
Ere yet the evening sun was set :
But years shall see the cypress spread,
Immutable as my regret.

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T. L. PEACOCK.

A JACOBITE'S EPITAPH

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To my true king I offered free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languished in a foreign clime,
Grey-haired with sorrow in my manhood's prime ;
Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees,
And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees;
Beheld each night my home in fevered sleep,
Each morning started from the dream to weep;
Till God, who saw me tried too sorely, gave
The resting-place I asked, an early grave.
O thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone,
From that proud country which was once mine own,
By those white cliffs I never more must see,
By that dear language which I spake like thee,
Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear
O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.
LORD MACAULAY.

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THE BATTLE OF NASEBY

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By Obadiah Bind-their-kings-in-chains-and-theirnobles-with-links-of-iron, serjeant in Ireton's regiment Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,

With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?

And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?

And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread ?

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Oh, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit, And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod;

For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong,

Who sate in the high places, and slew the saints of God.

It was about the noon of a glorious day of June, That we saw their banners dance and their

cuirasses shine,

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And the Man of Blood was there, with his long essenced hair,

And Astley, and Sir Marmaduke, and Rupert of the Rhine.

Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and his sword,

The General rode along us to form us to the fight, When a murmuring sound broke out, and swell'd into a shout,

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Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's right.

And hark! like the roar of the billows on the shore, The cry of battle rises along their charging line! For God! for the Cause! for the Church! for the Laws!

For Charles King of England, and Rupert of the

Rhine!

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The furious German comes, with his clarions and his drums,

His bravoes of Alsatia, and pages of Whitehall; They are bursting on our flanks. Grasp your pikes, close your ranks ;

For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall. They are here! They rush on! We are broken ! We are gone!

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Our left is borne before them like stubble on the

blast.

O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the

right!

Stand back to back, in God's name, and fight it to

the last.

Stout Skippon hath a wound; the centre hath given ground :

Hark! hark!-What means the trampling of horsemen on our rear?

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Whose banner do I see, boys? "Tis he, thank God ! 'tis he, boys.

Bear up another minute: brave Oliver is here. Their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row, Like a whirlwind on the trees, like a deluge on the

dykes,

Our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the

Accurst,

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And at a shock have scattered the forest of his

pikes.

Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide Their coward heads, predestined to rot on Temple

Bar:

And he he turns, he flies :-shame on those cruel

eyes

That bore to look on torture, and dare not look on

war.

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Ho! comrades, scour the plain; and, ere ye strip

the slain,

First give another stab to make your search secure, Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broadpieces and lockets,

The tokens of the wanton, the plunder of the poor. Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold,

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When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day;

And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks,

Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey.