And furious every charger neighed,

To join the dreadful revelry.

Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven,

Far flashed the red artillery.

But redder yet that light shall glow,
On Linden's hills of stained snow;
And bloodier yet the torrent flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

"Tis
morn,
but scarce yon

level sun Can pierce the wet clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank,” and fiery Hun3

Shout in their sulphurous canopy.*

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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!

5

Few, few shall part where many meet !
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And
every

turf beneath their feet,
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

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BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.1

OF Nelson” and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand
In a bold determined hand,
And the Prince of all the land5
Led them on.

Like leviathans afloat
Lay their bulwarks' on the brine,
While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:
It was ten of April morn by the chime:
As they drifted on their path

1 Battle of the Baltic. In

April, 1805, the British fleet appeared before Elsinore, the gateway of the Sound, and, after & severe battle, forced the Danes to withdraw from an alliance they had formed with France, Russia, and some other powers, with the

object of overpowering England. Horatio Nelson (Lord). Eng

Baltic alone, with his own division

of the fleet. s might of Denmark's crown,

all the navy of the Danes; there were also stone batteries along

the shore. 4 brand, the lighted linstock or

match, to fire the cannon, 5 prince of all the land. The

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There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.

But the might of England flush'd
To anticipate the scene ;8
And her van the fleeter rush'd
O’er the deadly space between.
"Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each

gun
From its adamantinelo lips
Spread a death-shade round the ships,
Like the hurricane eclipse"
Of the sun.

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 ;12
Or in conflagration pale
Light the gloom.

And we conquer but to save :-
So peace instead of death let us bring :
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King."

Then Denmark blest our chief
That he gave her wounds repose;
And the sounds of joy and grief
From her people wildly rose,
As death withdrew his shades from the day :
While the sun look'd smiling bright
O’er a wide and woeful sight,
Where the fires of funeral light

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Died away.

Now joy, old England, raise !
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep
Full many a fathom deep
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Elsinore!12

Brave hearts ! .to Britain's pride
Once so faithful and so true,
On the deck of fame that died

With the gallant good Riou :19
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!

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THOMAS MOORE.-Born, 1779; Died, 1852.

Thomas Moore was the son of a small tradesman in Dublin. He was educated at the University in that city, but spent most of his time in London. His longer poems are brilliant but artificial—his shorter ones light, airy, melodious, and elegant. The following extract is from his poem of “ Lalla Rookh.”

PARADISE AND THE PERI.

ONE morn a Peri' at the gate
Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
And as she listen’d to the springs

Of life within, like music flowing,
And caught the light upon her wings

Through the half-open portal glowing,
She wept to think her recreant? race
Should e'er have lost that glorious place!

“ How happy,” exclaim'd this child of air,
" Are the holy spirits who wander there,