XXIII. DONKEY
XXIV. COURTSHIP
XXV. GLOW-WORM

XXVI. NIGHTSHADE

XXVII. WARDEN.

XXVIII. BRIDEGROOM

XXIX, NIGHTCAP

XXX. CAMPBELL

XXXI. CAMBRIDGE

XXXII. HEIRLOOM

XXXIII. FOOTPAD.

XXXIV. CUPBOARD

XXXV. BRIMSTONE

XXXVI RHINEGRAVE

XXXVII. BLOCKHEAD

XXXVIII. FOXGLOVB

POEMS OF LIFE AND MANNERS.

PART I.

ETON, 1820-1821.)

POEMS

BY

WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED.

THE EVE OF BATTLE.

"It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
Under our tents I'll play the eavesdropper."

Shakspeare.

THE night comes on, and o'er the field

The moon shines bright on helm and shield;

But there are many on that plain

That shall not see her light again;

She looks serene on countless bands
Of mailed breasts and steel-bound hands;
And shows a thousand faces there
Of courage high, and dark despair,
All mingled as the legions lie
Wrapped in their dreams of victory.
A lowering sound of doubt and fear
Breaks sudden on the startled ear,

And hands are clinched, and cheeks are pale,
And from bright blade and ringing mail