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Quench'd the lightning of his eyes,
Valour has lost ils cheering sun ;
Oh, comrades ! many a time has he
Led us to glorious victory!
Down manhood's cheek their rugged course : The tears that soldiers o'er their general shed, Are brave men's tribute to a brave man dead.
TRIO, OR QUARTETTO.
A constant fire his courage glow'd ;
A ceaseless stream his bounty flow'd. If riches in the field of fame he reap'd, The harvest was on love and
When Mars no longer batlled on his side,
And Neplune, weary of his prowess grow, Buoy'd him no inore to conquest down the tide, Ecn then no sword subdued him lut his own. While Cleopatra's grave ye trim,
There her lored Antony inter;
He half the world for her.
No monument, till now, could boast a pair
So famed, yet, ah! so luckless in their doom ; Long will the dores of Venus murmur there,
And shouts of warriors thunder o'er the tomb.