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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit.  1904.
 
III. War
Hohenlinden
Thomas Campbell (1777–1844)
 
[1800]

ON Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
 
But Linden saw another sight        5
When the drum beat, at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.
 
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle-blade,        10
And furious every charger neighed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
 
Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of heaven        15
Far flashed the red artillery.
 
But redder yet that light shall glow
On Linden’s hills of stainèd snow,
And bloodier yet the torrent flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.        20
 
’T is 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,        25
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!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,        30
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier’s sepulchre.
 
 
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