While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844)
Source: Ye Mariners of England, 1800
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
Source: Battle of the Baltic
"Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Source: Pleasures of Hope, 1799
Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Source: The beech tree’s Petition
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Source: The Harper, 1799
Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between?
Ye Mariners of England, That guard our native sons; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time.
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