Robert Southey

“ And with a natural sigh,
' 'Tis some poor fellows scull,' said he,
'Who fell in the great victory!
'I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about;
And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out:
For many thousand men, 'said he,
'Were slain in that great victory! ”

“ It was a summer's evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild, Wilhelmine. ”