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But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
“ They say it was a shocking sight,
After the field was won,
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.

* Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won,
And our good Prince Eugene ; "—
“Why ‘twas a very wicked thing,”
Said little Wilhelmine ;
« Nay, nay, my little girl,” quoth he,
“ It was a famous victory.
“ And every body praised the Duke,
Who this great fight did win ”"—
“ But what good came of it at last?”
Quoth little Peterkin ;
«Why, that I cannot tell,” said he,
“ But ’twas a famous victory.”
Southey.

 

THE CROCUS;
OR, THE DUTY OF PATIENCE

Down in my solitude under the snow,

Where nothing cheering can reach me ;

Here, without ‘light to see how to grow,

I'll trust to nature to teach me.

I will not despair, nor be idle, nor frown,
Enclosed in so gloomy a dwelling ;

My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.