Identifier: rhineitssceneryh00hunt (find matches)
Title: The Rhine; its scenery and historical and legendary associations
Year: 1845 (1840s)
Authors: Hunt, Frederick Knight, 1814-1854. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Legends
Publisher: London, J. How
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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But wouldsl, thou tread this celehrated ground,And trace with understanding eyes a sceneAhove all other fields of war renownd, From western Hougoumont thy way hegin ;There was our strength on that side, and there first,In all its force, the storm of battle burst. Strike eastward then across towards La Haye,The single farm : with dead the fields betweenAre lind, and thou wilt see upon the way Long wave-like dips and swells which intervene,Such as would breathe the war-horse, and impede,When that deep soil was wet, his martial speed. * * # * When thou hast reachd La Haye, survey it well,Here was the heat and centre of the strife ; This point must Britain hold whateer befell,And here both armies were profuse of life: Once it was lost, — and then a stander by Belike had trembled for the victory. # * # * 40 THE RHINE BOOK.
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La Haye, bear witness ! sacred is it hight, And sacred is it truly from that day ;For never braver blood was spent in fight Than Britain here hath mingled with the clay.Set where thou wilt thy foot, thou scarce canst treadHere on a spot unhallowd by the dead. Here was it that the Highlanders withstoodThe tide of hostile power, receivd its weight With resolute strength, and stemmd and turnd the flood ;And fitly here, as in that Grecian strait, The funeral stone might say, Go, traveller, tell Scotland, that in our duty here we fell. Still eastward from this point thy way pursue. There grows a single hedge along the lane,—No other is there far or near in view: The raging enemy essayd in vainTo pass that line, — a braver foe withstood,And this whole ground was moistend with their blood. WATERLOO. 41

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