VI. Then Denmark bless'd our chief, As Death withdrew his shades from the day. O'er a wide and woful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. VII. Now joy, Old England, raise ! While the wine-cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore ! VIII. Brave hearts! to Britain's pride With the gallant good Riou:* Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave! While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave! *Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good by Lord Nelson when he wrote home his despatches. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND: A NAVAL ODE. I. YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; 11. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, And the stormy winds do blow. III. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below,— As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. IV. The meteor-flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. When the storm has ceased to blow; HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven, And, louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part where many meet! |