It is an unpleasant thing to differ in opinion with the rest of one's species — it is making a sort of North Pole of one's own, and then setting out … - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Old friend and true companion ! soothing Sleep,
Yes fly, like other friends. How easily
Did your sweet influence fall on my free head,
Cool like a lovely crown of myrtle boughs.
Beloved Sleep ! amid the clash of arms,
On the rough torrent of unquiet life,
I rested, breathing lightly as a child,
Weary and cradled in your mother arms.
When the storm swept the leaves from off the bough,
And rushed thro' crashing branches, yet my heart
Was in its depths untroubled, — and I slept.

In the east the day was reddening,
When the warriors pass'd ;
In the west the night was deadening,
As they looked their last ;
As they looked their last on him —
He, their comrade — their commander —
He, the earth's adored —
He, the godlike Alexander !
Who can wield his sword ?
As they went their eyes were dim,
The silver-shielded warriors,
The warriors of the world !

The wretch who on the scaffold stands
Has some brief time allow'd
For parting grasp of kindly hands,
For farewell to the crowd :