<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hohenlinden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Linden when the sun was low,<br>All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,<br>And dark as winter was the flow<br>Of Iser, rolling rapidly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Linden saw another sight<br>When the drum beat, at dead of night,<br>Commanding fires of death to light<br>The darkness of her scenery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By torch and trumpet fast arrayed<br>Each horseman drew his battle blade,<br>And furious every charger neighed,<br>To join the dreadful revelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shook the hills with thunder riven,<br>Then rushed the steed to battle driven,<br>And louder than the bolts of heaven<br>Far flashed the red artillery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And redder yet those fires shall glow<br>On Linden's hills of blood-stained snow,<br>And darker yet shall be the flow<br>Of Iser, rolling rapidly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun<br>Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,<br>Where furious Frank and fiery Hun<br>Shout in their sulphurous canopy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The combat deepens. On, ye brave,<br>Who rush to glory, or the grave!<br>Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!<br>And charge with all thy chivalry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! few shall part where many meet!<br>The snow shall be their winding-sheet,<br>And every turf beneath their feet<br>Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116986" data-title="Hohenlinden de Thomas Campbell" data-description="On Linden when the sun was low,/All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,/And dark as winter was the flow/Of Iser, rolling rapidly./But Linden saw another sight/When the drum beat, at dead of night,/Commanding fires of death to light/The darkness of h..."></div> </div> </div>

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