Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, 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...
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn When soul to soul, and dust to dust return, Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then thy kingdom comes, Immortal Power!...
Soul of the Poet! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality; Suspend thy harp in happier sphere, And with thine influence illume The gladness of our jubilee. ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four the Seasons flew. First, in green apparel dancing,...
Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou, That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love....
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! Though bush or floweret never grow My dark unwarming shade below; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush, or yellow hue;...
The brave Roland! the brave Roland! False tidings reached the Rhenish strand That he had fallen in fight; And thy faithful bosom swooned with pain, O loveliest maiden of All'mayne!...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear, And cause to be struck with dismay. ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep That gave my spirit strength to sweep...
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you 're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing, Wed, or cease to woo. ...
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering bills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?...
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. ...