WHY ART THOU SILENT? IS THY LOVE A PLANT. [TO A DISTANT FRIEND.] WHY art thou silent? Is thy love a plant Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant— 5 Speak-though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine— 10 Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know! CAMPBELL HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. 5 By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, 10 And furious every charger neigh'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun 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! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. A NAVAL ODE. I. YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. II. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. 20 III. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow: When the battle rages loud and long, IV. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; And the storm has ceased to blow. 335 40 |