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The hunter and the deer a shade.[514-2]
_O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5._
Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's; And every hand that dealt the blow-- Ah me! it was a brother's!
_O'Connor's Child. Stanza 10._
'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.[514-3]
_Lochiel's Warning._
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
_Lochiel's Warning._
And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
_Ode to the Memory of Burns._
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage.
_Ode to the Memory of Burns._
Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
_Ye Mariners of England._
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
_Ye Mariners of England._
When the stormy winds do blow;[515-1] When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
_Ye Mariners of England._
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
_Ye Mariners of England._
There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
_Battle of the Baltic._
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!
_Hohenlinden._
Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
_Hohenlinden._
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
_The Exile of Erin._
To bear is to conquer our fate.
_On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire._
The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.[515-2]
_The Soldier's Dream._
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
_The Soldier's Dream._
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
_The Soldier's Dream._
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
_To the Rainbow._
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
_Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i . Stanza 23._
O Love! in such a wilderness as this.
_Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii . Stanza 1._
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!
_Gertrude of Wyoming.