ath himself, and by my side, He rose in grim and griesly pride. The music ceasd—the lights burnd blue, And all was horrid to my view. He poisd his dart, and dancd along, With rattling step, amid the throng. Some screamed their fears, and others fled While the Shape pacd it oer the dead. At length,… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 177 THE DEATH BLOW To what does Britain owe her Fame,Her honour, and superior name,With all the splendour of her Glory,In ancient, and in modern story ?Whereer her Colours are unfurld,Whereer her war-like Thunders hurld,Or on the Land, or on the Sea,She is the Child of…
Dance of death
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