For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! - oh, my daughter!" 'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing'; The waters wild went o'er his child, HOHENLINDEN THOMAS CAMPBELL N Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills, with thunder riven; 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!} YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND THOMAS CAMPBELL E mariners of England, YE That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years Your glorious standard launch again, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, With thunders from her native oak 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. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, Then, then, ye ocean warriors! Our song and feast shall flow When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. |