Oh, happy ſoldier! had thy worth been try'd, / In pious daring, on thy country's ſide! / Oh, had thy ſword Iberian battles known, / Or purple with Cantabrian ſlaughter grown; / How had thy name in deathleſs annals ſhone! / But now no Roman Pæan ſhalt thou ſing, / Nor peaceful triumphs to thy country bring, / […] Oh, hapleſs victor thou! oh, vainly brave! / How haſt thou fought, to make thyſelf a ſlave!

But Tuesday night last gone in's garden-house / He knew me as a wife. As this is true, / Let me in safety raise me from my knees; / Or else for ever be confixed here, / A marble monument!

… Archaic Stage … the stage of migratory hunting and gathering cultures continuing into environmental conditions approximately those of the present.

Visit Iceland this August and you could help to rescue pufflings – baby puffins – who get confused by town street lights and crash into towns when leaving their burrows to fly over the Atlantic for the first time.