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Thomas Campbell. (1777–1844) (continued)

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When the stormy winds do blow; 1
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

Ye Mariners of England.

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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.

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There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.

Battle of the Baltic.

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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.

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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.

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    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.

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To bear is to conquer our fate.

On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire.

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The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. 2

The Soldier’s Dream.

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In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young.

The Soldier’s Dream.

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But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

The Soldier’s Dream.

Note 1.
When the stormy winds do blow.—Martyn Parker: Ye Gentlemen of England. [back]

Note 2.
The starres, bright centinels of the skies.—Habington: Castara, Dialogue between Night and Araphil. [back]

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