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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Campbell. (1777–1844) (continued)
    When the stormy winds do blow; 1
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
          Ye Mariners of England.
    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.
    There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
          Battle of the Baltic.
    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!
    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.
    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.
    To bear is to conquer our fate.
          On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire.
    The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. 2
          The Soldier’s Dream.
    In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young.
          The Soldier’s Dream.
    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]