It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path 15 There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. '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 : Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Light the gloom. 25 25 390 35 Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, 'Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save : 40 XLV. So peace instead of death let us bring: With the crews, at England's feet, Then Denmark bless'd our chief 45 As death withdrew his shades from the day: 50 O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, 55 By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar, By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride On the deck of fame that died, 60 65 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! 70 T. Campbell. ODE TO DUTY. Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! CCLII. Thou who art victory and law 5 When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast. Serene will be our days and bright And happy will our nature be When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. 20 And they a blissful course may hold Live in the spirit of this creed ; I, loving freedom, and untried, Ev'n now, who, not unwisely bold, Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferr'd 30 The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40 Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, s; Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong; 45 And the most ancient Heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power! I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live. W. Wordsworth. 50 55 XLVI. CCLIII. ON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON. Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface ! XLVII. Lord Byron. ENGLAND AND SWITZERLAND, 1802. 5 10 CCLIV. There came a tyrant, and with holy glee 5 Thou fought'st against him,-but hast vainly striven: -Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft ; That Mountain floods should thunder as before, XLVIII. CCLV. ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee She was a maiden city, bright and free; 5 And what if she had seen those glories fade, 10 When her long life hath reach'd its final day: 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, CCLVI. |