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by Thomas Campbell | |


 Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, 
What tales, white-headed Ben, 
Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, 
That mock th' historian's pen! 

Thy long duration makes our livea 
Seem but so many hours; 
And likens, to the bees' frail hives, 
Our most stupendous towers.
Temples and towers thou seest begun, New creeds, new conquerers sway; And, like their shadows in the sun, Hast seen them swept away.
Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied (Unlike life's little span), Looks down a mentor on the pride Of perishable man.

by Thomas Campbell | |

Freedom And Love

 How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!
Yet remember, 'Midst our wooing,
Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;
Other smiles may make you fickle,
Tears for other charms may trickle.
Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Just as fate or fancy carries; Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.
Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind its odour to the lily, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever.
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free, he soars enraptured.
Can you keep the bee from ranging Or the ringdove's neck from changing? No! nor fetter'd Love from dying In the knot there's no untying.

by Thomas Campbell | |


 The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
And sad pale Adelgitha came,
When forth a valiant champion bounded,
And slew the slanderer of her fame.
She wept, delivered from her danger; But when he knelt to claim her glove- "Seek not!" she cried, "oh, gallant stranger, For hapless Adelgitha's love.
For he is dead and in a foreign land Whose arm should now have set me free; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead, or false to me.
" "Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!"- He raised his visor.
-At the sight She fell into his arms and fainted; It was indeed her one true knight!

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by Thomas Campbell | |

The 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;
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, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; 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, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
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:— So peace instead of death let us bring: But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our King.
Now joy, old England, raise! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light! And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!

by Thomas Campbell | |


 1 On Linden, when the sun was low,
2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
3 And dark as winter was the flow
4 Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
5 But Linden saw another sight 6 When the drum beat at dead of night, 7 Commanding fires of death to light 8 The darkness of her scenery.
9 By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, 10 Each horseman drew his battle blade, 11 And furious every charger neighed 12 To join the dreadful revelry.
13 Then shook the hills with thunder riven, 14 Then rushed the steed to battle driven, 15 And louder than the bolts of heaven 16 Far flashed the red artillery.
17 But redder yet that light shall glow 18 On Linden's hills of stainèd snow, 19 And bloodier yet the torrent flow 20 Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
21 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun 22 Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun, 23 Where furious Frank and fiery Hun 24 Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
25 The combat deepens.
On, ye brave, 26 Who rush to glory, or the grave! 27 Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, 28 And charge with all thy chivalry! 29 Few, few shall part where many meet! 30 The snow shall be their winding-sheet, 31 And every turf beneath their feet 32 Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

by Thomas Campbell | |

Song to the Evening Star

 1 Star that bringest home the bee,
2 And sett'st the weary labourer free!
3 If any star shed peace, 'tis thou,
4 That send'st it from above,
5 Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow
6 Are sweet as hers we love.
7 Come to the luxuriant skies 8 Whilst the landscape's odours rise, 9 Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, 10 And songs, when toil is done, 11 From cottages whose smoke unstirred 12 Curls yellow in the sun.
13 Star of lover's soft interviews, 14 Parted lovers on thee muse; 15 Their remembrancer in heaven 16 Of thrilling vows thou art, 17 Too delicious to be riven 18 By absence from the heart.

by Thomas Campbell | |

The River of Life

 The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages; 
A day to childhood seems a year, 
And years like passing ages.
The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river smooth Along its grassy borders.
But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker? When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death Feel we its tide more rapid? It may be strange—yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone, And left our bosoms bleeding? Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length, Proportion'd to their sweetness.

by Thomas Campbell | |

Ye Mariners of England

 1 Ye Mariners of England
2 That guard our native seas,
3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
4 The battle and the breeze--
5 Your glorious standard launch again
6 To match another foe!
7 And sweep through the deep,
8 While the stormy winds do blow,--
9 While the battle rages loud and long,
10 And the stormy winds do blow.
11 The spirits of your fathers 12 Shall start from every wave! 13 For the deck it was their field of fame, 14 And Ocean was their grave.
15 Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell 16 Your manly hearts shall glow, 17 As ye sweep through the deep, 18 While the stormy winds do blow,-- 19 While the battle rages loud and long, 20 And the stormy winds do blow.
21 Britannia needs no bulwarks, 22 No towers along the steep; 23 Her march is o'er the mountain waves, 24 Her home is on the deep.
25 With thunders from her native oak 26 She quells the floods below, 27 As they roar on the shore 28 When the stormy winds do blow,-- 29 When the battle rages loud and long 30 And the stormy winds do blow.
31 The meteor flag of England 32 Shall yet terrific burn, 33 Till danger's troubled night depart 34 And the star of peace return.
35 Then, then, ye ocean warriors! 36 Our song and feast shall flow 37 To the fame of your name, 38 When the storm has ceased to blow,-- 39 When the fiery fight is heard no more, 40 And the storm has ceased to blow