CHAPTER XXXVII. MELROSE ABBEY, If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; SIR W. SCOTT. CHAPTER XXXVIII. HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight R By torch and trumpet fast array'd, 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 sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet; Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. CAMPBELL. CHAPTER XXXIX. THE HOMES OF ENGLAND. The stately homes of England, The deer across their greensward bound The merry homes of England- What gladsome looks of household love There woman's voice flows forth in song, Blessed homes of England, That breathes from Sabbath hours! Solemn, yet sweet, the church bells' chime All other sounds in that still time Of breeze and leaf are born. The cottage homes of England By thousands on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, Through glowing orchards forth they peep, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves THE END. FELICIA HEMANS. LONDON: PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET. |