Hohenlinden
Thomas Campbell
1777 to 1844
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By torch and trumpet fast array'd,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And dark as winter was the flow
On Linden's hills of stained snow,
Then rush'd the steed to battle driv'n,
The darkness of her scenery.
And every turf beneath their feet,
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
And bloodier yet the torrent flow
Few, few, shall part where many meet!
But redder yet that light shall glow,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n,
And furious every charger neigh'd,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
To join the dreadful revelry.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
And louder than the bolts of heaven,
But Linden saw another sight,
Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
Far flash'd the red artillery.
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
When the drum beat, at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun
All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow;