The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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A sight which England ne'er may see again.
Stars on a thousand breasts, gems on their swords—
In Henry's cause had armed a thousand lords;
His was no common cause—the king was crowned—
Thousands of youths for him lay on the ground.
Arrows were useless in the dreadful fray—
'Twas sword to sword on that eventful day.
The river, soon retarded by the slain,
Stood like a lake, and deluged half the plain.
How little thought the pious peasants near,
That York and Lancaster contended there!
At Saxton church the rustic peasants met,
When these returned, the willows all were wet
With noble blood—astonished there they stand—
Thousands are bleeding there on either hand.
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