WATERLOO. 35I Pent in those fatal walls the wounded ]?.e; None, noue may suecour, and they cannot fly *. Oh, wko can tell the horrors of that hour, When Death S?m'd dallying with his savage power When the poor victim must pe?orce await, Not with high ardour meet and dare his fate. Hark, to that rattling, grating, shi?ing crash l Down the roofrushes-down the rafters dash. A moment's darkness---the? the tlame again Starts, like a strengthen'd giant, from the pls?n?.: Around--within--above. o'er tower and wall Shakes its red tresses, spreads its lurid pall; Then unrelenting Pours its blasting breath Fierce on its human prey--and all is death .* Not such thy fate, young hero of the band, Who those proud walls unconquerably maun'd, Brave Craufurd,* dauntlessly thy valour's glow Led the bold sally full upon the foe. Alas, too well was nim'd th? fatal ball *.' And, oh, what promise perish'd in thy fall ! �Thomas, son of Sir James Craufurd?Lieutenant in the third Guards; The command of the detachment at Hougoumo?t haddevolved upon him, that I have sin?dai out ? .here a/J were brave, let pdvate feeling plead my excuse. ......... ?Google
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