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So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
plume; And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “'Twere better by
far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochin
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, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! “She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby
Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and
they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ?
FRANCIS SCOTT KEY
The Star-Spangled Banner
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
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 O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ?
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
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
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps'
pollution. 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, And this be our motto “In God is our trust :' And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
On Linden when the sun was low,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight
The darkness of her scenery.
By torch and trumpet fast array'd
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
Far flash'd the red artillery.
But redder yet that light shall glow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
THE HARP THAT ONCE
'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
The combat deepens. On, ye Brave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few, shall part where many meet !
Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.
The Harp that once through Tara's Halls
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul were fled.
So glory's thrill is o'er,
Now feel that pulse no more.