Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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The full-orb'd moon rose in the east,
And shone with golden gleam;
The wolf, voracious, hied to feast
Beneath her flaunting beam;
Red glared the field in Luna's light,
And show'd a drear heart-rending sight;
Harsh, o'er the plain, the live-long night
Was heard the vulture's scream!
And shone with golden gleam;
The wolf, voracious, hied to feast
Beneath her flaunting beam;
Red glared the field in Luna's light,
And show'd a drear heart-rending sight;
Harsh, o'er the plain, the live-long night
Was heard the vulture's scream!
Soft Pity saw th' inhuman scene,
And buried the ill-fated slain;
Yet roves the wild hyena, growling,
Among the trenches nightly prowling;
And bloody wolf, carniv'rous rover,
Likes o'er the gory field to hover.
And buried the ill-fated slain;
Yet roves the wild hyena, growling,
Among the trenches nightly prowling;
And bloody wolf, carniv'rous rover,
Likes o'er the gory field to hover.
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