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expired in the moment of victory, exclaiming, “To die for Liberty is a pleasure, not a pain!” Here are some of the lines :
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
They fought-like brave men, long and well :
They piled that ground with Moslem slain ;
Bleeding at every vein.
And the red field was won;
Like flowers at set of sun.
Halleck's fine Elegy on Burns abounds with impassioned and glowing beauties. We extract a few stanzas :
His is that language of the heart,
In which the answering heart would speak,
Or the smile light the cheek;
Pinkney, Read, Cutter,
Prentice, Cist, Gallagher, Perkins, Byron,
Crabbe, Scott, Hogg, Lamb, White, Montgomery,