156. TO THE MEMORY OF KIRKE WHITE UNHAPPY White! while life was in its spring, LORD BYRON (English Bards and Scotch Reviewers). 157. WHEN WE TWO PARTED WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, The dew of the morning Of what I feel now. They name thee before me, Who knew thee too well :— In secret we met In silence I grieve, If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ?- LORD BYRON. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 158. A chieftain to the Highlands bound Three days we've fled together, For, should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horseman hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?' Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, 'I'll go, my chief! I'm ready; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady. 'And, by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud a pace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men Their trampling sounded nearer. 'O haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,When, oh! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her. And still they rode amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief Across the stormy water: 'And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! oh my daughter!' 'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing; The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. 161. FROMMEN OF ENGLAND' MEN of England! who inherit T. CAMPBELL. Rights that cost your sires their blood! Men whose undegenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood Yet, remember, England gathers Glow not in your hearts the same. T. CAMPBELL. 162. SONG OF HYBRIAS THE CRETAN My wealth's a burly spear and brand, With these I plough, I reap, I sow, With these I make the sweet vintage flow, But your wights that take no pride to wield Nor joy to draw the sword Oh, I bring those heartless, hapless drones, T. CAMPBELL. 163. THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC OF Nelson and the North crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone,— By each gun the lighted brand Like leviathans afloat It was ten of April morn by the As they drifted on their path But the might of England flushed And her van the fleeter rushed From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the Like the hurricane eclipse Again! again! again! Then ceased-and all is wail 164. HOHENLINDEN ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight When the drum beat at dead of night, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow |