So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, (1853) LI THE KRAKEN BELOW the thunders of the upper deep; From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Winnow with giant arms and slumbering green. (1850) LII ORIANA My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana. There is no rest for me below, Oriana. When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow, Oriana, Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana. Ere the light on dark was growing, Oriana, At midnight the cock was crowing, Winds were blowing, waters flowing, Aloud the hollow bugle blowing, In the yew-wood black as night, Ere I rode into the fight, While blissful tears blinded my sight I to thee my troth did plight, She saw me fight, she heard me call, Atween me and the castle wall, The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana: The false, false arrow went aside, The damned arrow glanced aside, And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana ! Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana! Oh! narrow, narrow was the space, Oriana. Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays, Oriana. Oh! deathful stabs were dealt apace, Oriana; But I was down upon my face, They should have stabb'd me where I lay, Oriana! How could I rise and come away, Oriana? How could I look upon the day? They should have stabb'd me where I lay, They should have trod me into clay, O breaking heart that will not break, O pale, pale face so sweet and meek, Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, Oriana: What wantest thou? whom dost thou seek, Oriana? I cry aloud: none hear my cries, Thou comest atween me and the skies, Oriana. I feel the tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes, Within thy heart my arrow lies, O cursed hand! O cursed blow! O happy thou that liest low, Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Oriana. A weary, weary way I go, Oriana. When Norland winds pipe down the sea, I walk, I dare not think of thee, Oriana. (1853) Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree, Oriana. I hear the roaring of the sea, Oriana. LIII CIRCUMSTANCE Two children in two neighbour villages Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; (1853) LIV ENGLISH WAR SONG WHO fears to die? Who fears to die? Is there any here who fears to die? He shall find what he fears; and none shall grieve For the man who fears to die ; But the withering scorn of the many shall cleave Chorus.-Shout for England! The hollow at heart shall crouch forlorn, It shall be steeped in the salt, salt tear, Shall be steeped in his own salt tear: Far better, far better he never were born Than to shame merry England here. Chorus. Shout for England! etc. There standeth our ancient enemy; Chorus.-Shout for England! etc. Come along! we alone of the earth are free; He is weak! we are strong; he a slave, we are free ; Chorus. Shout for England! etc. There standeth our ancient enemy; Hold up the Lion of England on high! Chorus.-Shout for England! etc. (1830) LV NATIONAL SONG THERE is no land like England Chorus. For the French the pope may shrive 'em, For the devil a whit we heed 'em : |