BOOK THE FIFTH.
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Huge heaps of carcasses. The soldier stands
Eager to seize the carrion crow for food."
Eager to seize the carrion crow for food."
"Oh peaceful scenes of childhood! pleasant fields!
Haunts of my infancy, where I have stray'd 460
Tracing the brook along its winding way,
Or pluck'd the primrose, or with giddy speed
Chaced the gay butterfly from flower to flower!
Oh days in vain remember'd! how my soul
Sick with calamity, and the sore ills 465
Of hunger, dwelt upon you! quiet home!
Thinking of you amid the waste of war.
I could in bitterness have curs'd the Great
Who made me what I was! a helpless one,
Orphan'd, and wanting bread!"
"And be they curst," 470
Conrade exclaim'd, his dark eye flashing rage;
"And be they curst! Oh groves and woodland shades,
How blest indeed were you, if the iron rod
Should one day from Oppression's hand be wrench'd
Haunts of my infancy, where I have stray'd 460
Tracing the brook along its winding way,
Or pluck'd the primrose, or with giddy speed
Chaced the gay butterfly from flower to flower!
Oh days in vain remember'd! how my soul
Sick with calamity, and the sore ills 465
Of hunger, dwelt upon you! quiet home!
Thinking of you amid the waste of war.
I could in bitterness have curs'd the Great
Who made me what I was! a helpless one,
Orphan'd, and wanting bread!"
"And be they curst," 470
Conrade exclaim'd, his dark eye flashing rage;
"And be they curst! Oh groves and woodland shades,
How blest indeed were you, if the iron rod
Should one day from Oppression's hand be wrench'd
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