The miscellaneous works of David Humphreys Late Minister Plenipotentiary from the United States of America to the Court of Madrid |
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 | The miscellaneous works of David Humphreys |  |
From Britain's rout the sun withdrew his eye—
The pale moon setting saw the legions fly—
Now foul disorder, flight and shameful fear,
From the scar'd van-guard gain'd the victim rear.
Now many a Briton's last campaign was made,
His eye-lids clos'd in death's oblivious shade:
Ierne's sons, who lov'd our sacred cause,
There fought as foes and fell without applause:
There many a German, whom his prince had sold,
Sunk on the sand and black in carnage roll'd:
None knew the bodies though well known before,
Deform'd with gashes and besmear'd with gore.
Now corses, cannon, cars bestrew'd the soil,
With shatter'd arms and former ill-won spoil:
Till Albion's remnants, where the billows roar,
Reach'd their tall ships beside the Shrewsb'ry shore.
The pale moon setting saw the legions fly—
Now foul disorder, flight and shameful fear,
From the scar'd van-guard gain'd the victim rear.
Now many a Briton's last campaign was made,
His eye-lids clos'd in death's oblivious shade:
Ierne's sons, who lov'd our sacred cause,
There fought as foes and fell without applause:
There many a German, whom his prince had sold,
Sunk on the sand and black in carnage roll'd:
None knew the bodies though well known before,
Deform'd with gashes and besmear'd with gore.
Now corses, cannon, cars bestrew'd the soil,
With shatter'd arms and former ill-won spoil:
Till Albion's remnants, where the billows roar,
Reach'd their tall ships beside the Shrewsb'ry shore.
| The miscellaneous works of David Humphreys | |