She was a maiden city, bright and free; And what if she had seen those glories fade, When her long life hath reach'd its final day : CCLVI LONDON, 1802 O Friend! I know not which way I must look To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom!-We must run glittering like a brook Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, CCLVII THE SAME Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: Have forfeited their ancient English dower So didst thou travel on life's common way IV. Wordsworth CCLVIII When I have borne in memory what has tamed I had, my Country !-am I to be blamed? Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee; we who find What wonder if a Poet now and then, W. Wordsworth CCLIX HOHENLINDEN On Linden, when the sun was low, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd To join the dreadful revelry. 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! CCLX T. Campbell AFTER BLENHEIM It was a summer evening, Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy And then the old man shook his head, "Tis some poor's fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory. 'I find them in the garden, For there's many here about; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,' said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.' It was the English,' Kaspar cried, 'Who put the French to rout; But what they fought each other for I could not well make out. But every body said,' quoth he, 'That 'twas a famous victory. 'My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly : So with his wife and child he fled, 'With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then And newborn baby died : But things like that, you know, must be 'They say it was a shocking sight For many thousand bodies here But things like that, you know, must be 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won Said little Wilhelmine; 'Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he, 'It was a famous victory. 'And every body praised the Duke 'Why that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.' R. Southey CCLXI PRO PATRIA MORI When he who adores thee has left but the name Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, For, Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, |