Night, a Descriptive Poem, [By E. Elliot]

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1818 edition. Excerpt: …in the apple-flower; tales of the weir’d Sisters, that breathe the lightnings, hors’d on winds; Tales of Death’s chariot, drawn by skeletons, That wave their hell-brands o'er the future grave; They told, and he believ’d them. Did the owl Shriek to the pauses of the midnight storm? Battles he saw in heaven on the sanguine clouds, Death in the flapping of the night-bird’s wing. And if, aslope night’s azure, like a star, Ignited vapors stream’d, enlightening earth. War, change, and pestilence, predicted he, Commotion., and thetage of maniac men. And each day thrice in secret prayer he kneel’d, That he might die in peace: alas, alas, In weakness strong, arm’d with infirmity, Too fondly we believe the dreams of Hope! He fear’d to doubt his wish; but in the war All shatter’d he expir’d. Montcalm his foot Plac’d on the hideous corse, unconsciously, For, even to the trench, his fearless foes Advanc’d, infatuate. Clang’d the drums, and crash’d At once, ten thousand muskets: the torn ranks Groan’d: flash’d again thro’ all the Gallian host The homicidal volley: the torn ranks Paus’d, faulter’d. And with soul-dismaying cries, Gore-reeking Havoc o'er Britannian slain Rush’d, stamping, like a maniac, arm’d with fire. III. Clouds, wild and vast, in forms of majesty, Rolhd o'er the sullen sky. Lawrence, alarm d, Murmur’d, along his rude, romantic shore, Melodious murmurs mournful. As the wave Of heaving ocean, restless and untir’d, The sea-bird screamd, and wheel’d in air, unseen. And winds, awaking, blacken’d as they blew G The melancholy wave. Anon, the storm Curtain’d Night’s darkness, and a viewless wing Smote the black river into howling foam., Hurl-d o'er each trembling ship, the headlong wave Swept many a wretch to unexpected death; And awfully…