LOCHINVAR So stately his form, and so lovely her face, 31 While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whisper'd, ""Twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? 5 10 15 10 FRANCIS SCOTT KEY AMERICA, 1780-1843 The Star-Spangled Banner1 O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! 5 And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O! say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave On that shore dimly see through the mists of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, 'The song is taken as it appears in Stedman and Hutchinson's Library of American Literature, vol. iv. p. 419. The text, slightly different from the common one, corresponds to the facsimile of a copy made by Mr. Key in 1840. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER 33 In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave 10 O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 15 THOMAS CAMPBELL SCOTLAND, 1777-1844 Hohenlinden On Linden when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight By torch and trumpet fast array'd To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 35 THE HARP THAT ONCE 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, The combat deepens. On, ye Brave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! 5 10 THOMAS MOORE IRELAND, 1779-1852 The Harp that once through Tara's Halls The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, |