PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU. SIR WALTER SCOTT. PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Come from deep glen, and The war-pipe and pennon True heart that wears one; Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one. Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather : Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set; Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Now for the onset! HOHENLINDEN. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. On Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills, with thunder riv'n; But redder yet that light shall glow, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens.-On, ye brave, Few, few shall part where many meet; A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves |