|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|On Linden when the sun was low,|
All bloodless lay th untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
|The combat deepens. On ye brave,|
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave Munich! all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry.