Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back ;— Their shots along the deep slowly boom:Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then, As he hailed them o'er the wave; So peace instead of death let us bring; With the crews, at England's feet, To our King Then Denmark blessed our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; As Death withdrew his shades from the day O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise! Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar, 3332 The Battle of Blenheim. By thy wild and stormy steep, Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave! CAMPBELL. * THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. T was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his despatches. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ""Tis some poor fellow's skull," 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." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," "It was the English," Kaspar cried, My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burned his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. Hohenlinden. With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, And new-born baby died. But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun. But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, "Nay—nay—my little girl," quoth he, And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did won." "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory." SOUTHEY. HOHENLINDEN. N Linden, when the sun was low, 35 But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, And furious every charger neighed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. CAMPBELL. |