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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
T. Campbell
CCXV. Hohenlinden
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 array'd 
Each horseman drew his battle-blade,  10
And furious every charger neigh'd 
    To join the dreadful revelry. 
Then shook the hills with thunder riven; 
Then rush'd the steed to battle driven; 
And louder than the bolts of heaven  15
    Far flash'd 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
'Tis 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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