STANZASON A BUST OF MARSHAL NEY,Presented by the Prince De Moskwa to Donald Sinclair, Esq. Edinburgh.Therestands the hero, "bravest of the brave,"A name well earned, that he to whom aloneNey, second, scarce to him, in glory shone,After a hard fought day in honour gave:And ever shall his laurels greenly wave,—Still flourishing with time, for time can ne'erBlight his deserved renown not eventhere,—Over his bloody and untimely grave.Where flew the Eagle in its wide domain,There was he ever foremost in the fight,Leading his band of heroes, strong in might,To conquest still,—In Switzerland and Spain,And where the Rhine, majestic to the main,Through many fertile lands, doth proudly flow,His prowess won applause, even from the foe,Midst blood and carnage on each battle plain.High rose his genius with the tide of war,His country's annals of his valour tell,Impetuous as the torrent, when the swellOf waters fierce pours onward from afar,And sweeps before it every stop and bar:Where'er his sword flashed, with its sunlike ray,There victory followed closely on the way,And danger's track was marked by many a scar.Rednitz and Neuwied well his courage knew,When yet his early deeds foretold the fameThat soon would throw a halo round his name;Manheim and Hohenlinden felt it too,And Elchingen and Jena found him true,Eylau and Friedland, names of high renown,Moscow and its retreat, his glory crown,Which paled not even at bloody Waterloo!Immortal warrior, could France rewardThy mighty deeds but with a traitor's death?The shame is hers, not thine; thy latest breathWas for thy country, and as one preparedThou met'st thy fate, as soldier should on guard:And still shall time, with every rolling yearThe more thy memory to France endear,And mourned thy fate shall be by patriot and bard.Thy death has left a blot upon the fameOf Wellington and England, ne'er to beRemoved or justified,—alas! that he,Who with a word thy safety could proclaim,With callous heart refused to speak the same.The deed, like that which stained, with blackest ray,Great Nelson's honour in Palermo's bay,Our history records "with sorrow and with shame."(10)
Presented by the Prince De Moskwa to Donald Sinclair, Esq. Edinburgh.
Therestands the hero, "bravest of the brave,"A name well earned, that he to whom aloneNey, second, scarce to him, in glory shone,After a hard fought day in honour gave:And ever shall his laurels greenly wave,—Still flourishing with time, for time can ne'erBlight his deserved renown not eventhere,—Over his bloody and untimely grave.Where flew the Eagle in its wide domain,There was he ever foremost in the fight,Leading his band of heroes, strong in might,To conquest still,—In Switzerland and Spain,And where the Rhine, majestic to the main,Through many fertile lands, doth proudly flow,His prowess won applause, even from the foe,Midst blood and carnage on each battle plain.High rose his genius with the tide of war,His country's annals of his valour tell,Impetuous as the torrent, when the swellOf waters fierce pours onward from afar,And sweeps before it every stop and bar:Where'er his sword flashed, with its sunlike ray,There victory followed closely on the way,And danger's track was marked by many a scar.Rednitz and Neuwied well his courage knew,When yet his early deeds foretold the fameThat soon would throw a halo round his name;Manheim and Hohenlinden felt it too,And Elchingen and Jena found him true,Eylau and Friedland, names of high renown,Moscow and its retreat, his glory crown,Which paled not even at bloody Waterloo!Immortal warrior, could France rewardThy mighty deeds but with a traitor's death?The shame is hers, not thine; thy latest breathWas for thy country, and as one preparedThou met'st thy fate, as soldier should on guard:And still shall time, with every rolling yearThe more thy memory to France endear,And mourned thy fate shall be by patriot and bard.Thy death has left a blot upon the fameOf Wellington and England, ne'er to beRemoved or justified,—alas! that he,Who with a word thy safety could proclaim,With callous heart refused to speak the same.The deed, like that which stained, with blackest ray,Great Nelson's honour in Palermo's bay,Our history records "with sorrow and with shame."(10)
Therestands the hero, "bravest of the brave,"A name well earned, that he to whom aloneNey, second, scarce to him, in glory shone,After a hard fought day in honour gave:And ever shall his laurels greenly wave,—Still flourishing with time, for time can ne'erBlight his deserved renown not eventhere,—Over his bloody and untimely grave.Where flew the Eagle in its wide domain,There was he ever foremost in the fight,Leading his band of heroes, strong in might,To conquest still,—In Switzerland and Spain,And where the Rhine, majestic to the main,Through many fertile lands, doth proudly flow,His prowess won applause, even from the foe,Midst blood and carnage on each battle plain.High rose his genius with the tide of war,His country's annals of his valour tell,Impetuous as the torrent, when the swellOf waters fierce pours onward from afar,And sweeps before it every stop and bar:Where'er his sword flashed, with its sunlike ray,There victory followed closely on the way,And danger's track was marked by many a scar.Rednitz and Neuwied well his courage knew,When yet his early deeds foretold the fameThat soon would throw a halo round his name;Manheim and Hohenlinden felt it too,And Elchingen and Jena found him true,Eylau and Friedland, names of high renown,Moscow and its retreat, his glory crown,Which paled not even at bloody Waterloo!Immortal warrior, could France rewardThy mighty deeds but with a traitor's death?The shame is hers, not thine; thy latest breathWas for thy country, and as one preparedThou met'st thy fate, as soldier should on guard:And still shall time, with every rolling yearThe more thy memory to France endear,And mourned thy fate shall be by patriot and bard.Thy death has left a blot upon the fameOf Wellington and England, ne'er to beRemoved or justified,—alas! that he,Who with a word thy safety could proclaim,With callous heart refused to speak the same.The deed, like that which stained, with blackest ray,Great Nelson's honour in Palermo's bay,Our history records "with sorrow and with shame."(10)
Therestands the hero, "bravest of the brave,"A name well earned, that he to whom aloneNey, second, scarce to him, in glory shone,After a hard fought day in honour gave:And ever shall his laurels greenly wave,—Still flourishing with time, for time can ne'erBlight his deserved renown not eventhere,—Over his bloody and untimely grave.
Therestands the hero, "bravest of the brave,"
A name well earned, that he to whom alone
Ney, second, scarce to him, in glory shone,
After a hard fought day in honour gave:
And ever shall his laurels greenly wave,—
Still flourishing with time, for time can ne'er
Blight his deserved renown not eventhere,—
Over his bloody and untimely grave.
Where flew the Eagle in its wide domain,There was he ever foremost in the fight,Leading his band of heroes, strong in might,To conquest still,—In Switzerland and Spain,And where the Rhine, majestic to the main,Through many fertile lands, doth proudly flow,His prowess won applause, even from the foe,Midst blood and carnage on each battle plain.
Where flew the Eagle in its wide domain,
There was he ever foremost in the fight,
Leading his band of heroes, strong in might,
To conquest still,—In Switzerland and Spain,
And where the Rhine, majestic to the main,
Through many fertile lands, doth proudly flow,
His prowess won applause, even from the foe,
Midst blood and carnage on each battle plain.
High rose his genius with the tide of war,His country's annals of his valour tell,Impetuous as the torrent, when the swellOf waters fierce pours onward from afar,And sweeps before it every stop and bar:Where'er his sword flashed, with its sunlike ray,There victory followed closely on the way,And danger's track was marked by many a scar.
High rose his genius with the tide of war,
His country's annals of his valour tell,
Impetuous as the torrent, when the swell
Of waters fierce pours onward from afar,
And sweeps before it every stop and bar:
Where'er his sword flashed, with its sunlike ray,
There victory followed closely on the way,
And danger's track was marked by many a scar.
Rednitz and Neuwied well his courage knew,When yet his early deeds foretold the fameThat soon would throw a halo round his name;Manheim and Hohenlinden felt it too,And Elchingen and Jena found him true,Eylau and Friedland, names of high renown,Moscow and its retreat, his glory crown,Which paled not even at bloody Waterloo!
Rednitz and Neuwied well his courage knew,
When yet his early deeds foretold the fame
That soon would throw a halo round his name;
Manheim and Hohenlinden felt it too,
And Elchingen and Jena found him true,
Eylau and Friedland, names of high renown,
Moscow and its retreat, his glory crown,
Which paled not even at bloody Waterloo!
Immortal warrior, could France rewardThy mighty deeds but with a traitor's death?The shame is hers, not thine; thy latest breathWas for thy country, and as one preparedThou met'st thy fate, as soldier should on guard:And still shall time, with every rolling yearThe more thy memory to France endear,And mourned thy fate shall be by patriot and bard.
Immortal warrior, could France reward
Thy mighty deeds but with a traitor's death?
The shame is hers, not thine; thy latest breath
Was for thy country, and as one prepared
Thou met'st thy fate, as soldier should on guard:
And still shall time, with every rolling year
The more thy memory to France endear,
And mourned thy fate shall be by patriot and bard.
Thy death has left a blot upon the fameOf Wellington and England, ne'er to beRemoved or justified,—alas! that he,Who with a word thy safety could proclaim,With callous heart refused to speak the same.The deed, like that which stained, with blackest ray,Great Nelson's honour in Palermo's bay,Our history records "with sorrow and with shame."(10)
Thy death has left a blot upon the fame
Of Wellington and England, ne'er to be
Removed or justified,—alas! that he,
Who with a word thy safety could proclaim,
With callous heart refused to speak the same.
The deed, like that which stained, with blackest ray,
Great Nelson's honour in Palermo's bay,
Our history records "with sorrow and with shame."(10)