And furious every charger neighed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow, 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On ye brave, Few, few shall part where many meet! 2 Frenchman. Hungarian, or, here, Austrian, The sulphurous smoke of the artillery, &c. Munich, the capital of Bavaris. 24 BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.1 OF Nelson2 and the North When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land5 Led them on. Like leviathans" afloat Lay their bulwarks' on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine10 lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse11 Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back ; Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail;12 Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, 8 might of England, the power 9 glowed with ardour to hasten on the battle. 10 stony, hard as diamond. 11 eclipse. A hurricane causes dark ness for the time. 12 shattered sail. The Danish fleet was either sunk or taken. And we conquer but to save :— So peace instead of death let us bring: With the crews, at England's feet, Then Denmark blest our chief As death withdrew his shades from the day: While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride On the deck of fame that died 12 Elsinore, a sea-port of Denmark, 24 miles from Copenhagen. It is at the narrowest part of the With the gallant good Riou:1" Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave! Thomas Moore was the son of a small tradesman in Dublin. He was educated at the University in that city, but spent most of his time in London. His longer poems are brilliant but artificial-his shorter ones light, airy, melodious, and elegant. The following extract is from his poem of" Lalla Rookh." PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri1 at the gate And as she listen'd to the springs "How happy," exclaim'd this child of air, 13 Riou, Captain of the Fleet, killed at the battle of the Baltic. He was called by Lord Nelson "the gallant and good." 1 Peri, one of a spiritual race of Eastern Fable, which lived on the odours of flowers, but had sinned itself out of Paradise. 2 recreant, fallen, sinful. |