One hope is too like despair I can give not what men call love; The worship the heart lifts above The desire of the moth for the star, The devotion to something afar 204 P. B. SHELLEY. GATHERING SONG OF DONALD Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Wake thy wild voice anew, Come from deep glen, and Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter ; 5 10 15 5 10 15 20 Leave the deer, leave the steer, Come as the winds come, when Come as the waves come, when Faster come, faster come, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Knell for the onset! 25 330 35 40 SIR W. SCOTT. 205 A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast, my boys, Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze 5 10 And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free— There's tempest in yon hornéd moon, The wind is piping loud, my boys, While the hollow oak our palace is, 206 A. CUNNINGHAM. 15 20 And sweep through the deep, Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze, Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe: While the stormy winds do blow ; 5 While the battle rages loud and long 10 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 15 As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwarks, 20 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 ; Till danger's troubled night depart To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, 207 25 30 35 40 T. CAMPBELL. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC 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; 5 By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime: 10 15 There was silence deep as death; But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 20 Hearts of oak! our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine 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: As they strike the shatter'd sail ; Then ceased-and all is wail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, 25 30 35 And we conquer but to save: 40 So peace instead of death let us bring: With the crews, at England's feet, 45 To our King.' Then Denmark blest our chief That he gave her wounds repose; From her people wildly rose, death withdrew his shades from the day: 50 While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. |