 | Poems, by Joseph Cottle |  |
Pensive, and slow, Orlando bent his way,
Through the wide carnage of the deadly fray;
Thousands of bloodless trunks the ground had stain'd,
Whilst sorely wounded thousands still remain'd;
Wailing in broken groans a soldier's fate,
As on their faded cheeks grim Anguish sate:
Chill'd by the wizard horror's icy dart,
The life blood stagnates in Orlando's heart.
Through the wide carnage of the deadly fray;
Thousands of bloodless trunks the ground had stain'd,
Whilst sorely wounded thousands still remain'd;
Wailing in broken groans a soldier's fate,
As on their faded cheeks grim Anguish sate:
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The life blood stagnates in Orlando's heart.
| Poems, by Joseph Cottle | |