There shall they rot—while rhymers tell the fools
How honour decks the turf that wraps their clay!
Liars avaunt!——.—[MS.]
[66] Two lines of Collins' Ode, "How sleep the brave," etc., have been compressed into one—
"There Honour comes a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay."
[ca] But Reason's elf in these beholds——.—[D.]
——a fancied throne
As if they compassed half that hails their sway.—[MS. erased.]
[cc] ——glorious sound of grief.—[D.]
[67] [The battle of Albuera (May 16, 1811), at which the English, under Lord Beresford, repulsed Soult, was somewhat of a Pyrrhic victory. "Another such a battle," wrote the Duke, "would ruin us. I am working hard to put all right again." The French are said to have lost between 8000 and 9000 men, the English 4158, the Spaniards 1365.]
[cd] A scene for mingling foes to boast and bleed.—[D.]
[ce] Yet peace be with the perished—-.—[D. erased.]