slain

[…]Morat ! the proud, the patriot field ! where man / May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain, / Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain ; / Here Burgundy bequeath'd his tombless host, / A bony heap, through ages to remain, / Themselves their monument ;— the Stygian coast / Unsepulchred they roam'd, and shriek'd each wandering ghost.