The furious German comes, with his trumpets and his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia, and pages of Whitehall; They are bursting on our flanks. Grasp your pikes, close your ranks; For Rupert never comes, but to conquer or to fall. They are here! they rush on! We are broken! we are gone! 25 O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the right! Stout Skippen hath a wound; the centre hath given ground: Hark! hark! — What means this trampling of horsemen in the rear? 30 What banner do I see, boys? 'Tis he, thank God, 'tis he, boys, Bear up another minute; Brave Oliver is here. Their heads are stooping low, their pikes all in a row, Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide 35 40 Ho! comrades, scour the plain, and, ere ye strip the slain, Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad-pieces and lockets, The tokens of the wanton, the plunder of the poor. Fools! your doubtlets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kiss'd your lily hands to your lemans to-day; 45 And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues, that late mocked at heaven, and hell, and fate, 50 And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Down, down, for ever down with the mitre and the crown, And she of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills, 60 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN 1801-1890 LEAD KINDLY LIGHT LEAD kindly light, amid th' encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 5 I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, So long Thy Power hath blessed me, sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. ΙΟ 15 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING 1806-1861 SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE XXII WHEN Our two souls stand up erect and strong, ΙΟ XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace. Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise; 5 In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith; With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, IO A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT WHAT was he doing, the great God Pan, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, He tore out a reed, the great God Pan, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river. High on the shore sat the great God Pan, 5 ΙΟ And hacked and hewed as a great God can, He cut it short, did the great God Pan, (How tall it stood in the river!) Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, And notched the poor dry empty thing In holes, as he sat by the river. This is the way,' laugh'd the great God Pan, (Laughed while he sat by the river,) The only way, since Gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.' Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! Came back to dream on the river. Yet half a beast is the great God Pan, 15 20 25 330 35 40 |