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'TWAS the heat of the battle at Inkermann,
And the balls they were whistling round, And, as if it were water, the red blood ran,
And with corpses was strewed the ground.
Then if you had seen Lord Raglan's face,
You had said he looked jaded and pale; But he is no Briton who stirs from his place,
While victory hangs in the scale.
Who is it that yonder comes úp the hill,
With a bottle of wine and a chair?
He stops not, he cares not a hair.
It 's own man John, who has stolen from the tent
With a chair and a bottle of wine: “Don't be angry, my Lord, for you know it 's well meant,
And even a Field - Marshal should dine.”
'Twas late, late at night, when Lord Raglan came
To his tént, back, with victory crowned : And “Where's John ?” he cried, and loud called John by name,
But John was no where to be found.
«Three men and a lantern,” Lord Raglan said;
"And a pickaxe and shovel bring here, For John on the field of battle lies dead”
And there stood in that stérn eye a tear.
Four men to the field of battle are gone,
In the dead of the dark, dark night, And turn over the corpses, one by one,
And hold to their faces the light.
"In vain, all our labor," the foremost said,
“He 's not here or the night is too dark" When he stumbled on something as heavy as lead,
And, behold! there lay John, stiff and stark.
On the spot they found him they buried him there,
In the cloak the fourth man had on, And three of them prayed a hasty prayer,
But the fourth he looked steadfast on John,
And said to himself: -- "One friend, at least,
When I die, will be spared the pain," And hurried his comrades, for in the East
Daylight was appearing again.
And never a traveller by Inkermann
Asks word of that famous fight,
And told of that dark, dark night,
And of a glazed ring Lord Raglan wore,
From that day to the day he died,
And a knot of black ribbon, inside.
3 CHEMNITZER STRASSE, DRESDEN, May 16, 1857.
RECEIVED FROM T. N. COLE ESQ.,
IN REPLY TO A NOTE WHICH THE AUTHOR HAD SENT HIM, REQUESTING HIM TO PURCHASE GOVERNMENT STOCK ON THE AUTHOR'S ACCOUNT, AND ENCLOSING HIM SOME VERSES BY WAY OF RECOMPENSE FOR THE TROUBLE.
Thy noté (oh, how welcome!), dear Doctor, convey'd
A promise of pleasure and trouble;
And the packet of pleasure sent double?
DUBLIN, April 23, 1857.
TO T. N. COLE ESQ.,
Since it gives thee so much pleasure
To take trouble for thy friend,
Thát thy trouble have no end.
Gó and see, now, that the Transfer
Hás been duly made, and be,
Thankful in thy heart to me.
3 CHEMNITZER STRASSE, DRESDEX, May 23, 1857.
TO FRÄULEIN MINNA GEMMEL
WHO HAD SENT THE AUTHOR A CARD ANNOUNCING HER BETROTHAL, WITH THE EMBLEM
A FLY APPROACHING A SPIDER'S WEB.
The window-pane is yours, the ceiling, floor,
fair realms you turn away and hie
3 CHEMNITZER STRASSE, DRESDEN, March 4, 1857.
In Powers' studio, Florence,
Sept. 17, 1857.
CAME, a youth, to Florence, and, enraptured,
In Powers' studio, Florence,
Sept. 20, 1857.
HEY are not living, though they seem," I said;
“You make all your books too long, sir,”
“íf my book 's too long,” replied I,
VIA SISTINA, ROME, Jan. 7, 1858.
WITH doses small of hellebore, beginning,
VIA SISTINA, ROME, Jan. 5, 1858.