THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH.' 'TWAS when among our linden-trees Then look'd we down to Willisow, With all his army came. The Austrian nobles made their vow, With clarion loud, and banner proud, From Zurich on the lake, In martial pomp and fair array, Their onward march they make. [1 This translation first appeared in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for February, 1818.—ED.] "Now list, ye lowland nobles all- lot your sins, A skirmish in Helvetian hills May send your souls to woe.' "But where now shall we find a priest "Right heavily upon your head He'll lay his hand of steel; 'Twas on a Monday morning then, When the host to Sempach drew. The stalwart men of fair Lucerne 1 All the Swiss clergy who were able to bear arms fought in this patriotic war. The pith and core of manhood stern, It was the Lord of Hare-castle, "O Hare-castle,1 thou heart of hare!" "Shalt see then how the game will fare,” There was lacing then of helmets bright, And closing ranks amain; The peaks they hew'd from their boot-points And thus they to each other said, "Yon handful down to hew Will be no boastful tale to tell, In the original, Haasenstein, or Hare-stone. 2 This seems to allude to the preposterous fashion, during the middle ages, of wearing boots with the points or peaks turned upwards, and so long, that in some cases they were fastened to the knees of the wearer with small chains. When they alighted to fight upon foot, it would seem that the Austrian gentlemen found it necessary to cut off these peaks that they might move with the necessary activity. The gallant Swiss Confederates there They pray'd to God aloud, And he display'd his rainbow fair Then heart and pulse throbb'd more and more With courage firm and high, And down the good Confed'rates bore The Austrian Lion 1 'gan to growl, And toss his mane and tail; And ball, and shaft, and crossbow bolt, Lance, pike, and halbert, mingled there, The Austrian men-at-arms stood fast, "I have a virtuous wife at home, A wife and infant son; A pun on the Archduke's name, Leopold. I leave them to my country's care,— "These nobles lay their spears right thick, And keep full firm array, Yet shall my charge their order break, He rush'd against the Austrian band, And with his body, breast, and hand, Four lances splinter'd on his crest, Still on the serried files he press'd- This patriot's self-devoted deed Right where his charge had made a lane, His valiant comrades burst, With sword, and axe, and partisan, And hack, and stab, and thrust. The daunted Lion 'gan to whine, |