'Shout, Britons, for the Battle of Asaye'

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[Carlyle transcribes a poem by John Leyden he has read in Hogg"s "Spy" and sends it to Robert Mitchell] "Well, if I am not much deceived you will thank me, for transcribing you the following poem of his, composed on (Wellington, then) Wellesl[e]y"s victory at Assaye, while Leyden was in India. -I met with it in ""the Spy"" a kind of periodical thing published the other year in Edinr." Shout, Britons, for the battle of Assaye; For that was a day, When we stood in our array, Like the Lion"s might at bay; And our battle-word was CONQUER OR DIE Rouse, rouse the cruel leopard from his lair, With his yell the mountain rings; And his red eye round he flings, As arrow-like he springs, And spreads his clutching paw to rend and tear. Then first array"d in battle front we saw, Far as the eye could glance, The Mahratta banners dance, O"er the desolate expanse And their standard was the leopard of Malwa. But when we first encounter"d man to m[an] Such odds came never on, Against Greece or Macedon, When they shook the Persian throne, Mid the old barbaric pomp of Ispahan. No number"d might of living could tam[e] Our gallant band that broke Through the bursting clouds of smoke, When the vollied thunder spoke From a thousand mouldering mouths of lurid fla[me] Hail, Wellesl[e]y who led the mortal fray Amid the locust swarm, Dark fate was in thy arm; And thy shadow shall alarm The Mahratta at thy name, from this day. Ah! Mark these British corses on the plain, Each vanish"d like a star, "Mid the dreadful ranks of war, While the women stood afar, And gaz"d in silent terror at the slain. Shout, Britons, for the battle of Assaye; Ye who perish"d in your prime, Your hallow"d names sublime, Shall live to ceaseless time; Your heroic worth and fame shall never die. Can any thing be grander? - what fire! what energy! -if there is any thing in existence that surpasses this, it must be Hoenli[nden]?but what is like Hoenlinden? -Tell me in your next, what you think of this piece - Is not, think you, ""From a thousand mouldering mouths of lurid flame"" misprinted somehow? would ""smouldering"" do any better?"

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When we stood in our array,
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Then first array"d in battle front we saw,
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But when we first encounter"d man to m[an]
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Against Greece or Macedon,
When they shook the Persian throne,
Mid the old barbaric pomp of Ispahan.
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Through the bursting clouds of smoke,
When the vollied thunder spoke
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Hail, Wellesl[e]y who led the mortal fray
Amid the locust swarm,
Dark fate was in thy arm;
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Ah! Mark these British corses on the plain,
Each vanish"d like a star,
"Mid the dreadful ranks of war,
While the women stood afar,
And gaz"d in silent terror at the slain.
Shout, Britons, for the battle of Assaye;
Ye who perish"d in your prime,
Your hallow"d names sublime,
Shall live to ceaseless time;
Your heroic worth and fame shall never die.

Can any thing be grander? - what fire! what energy! -if there is any thing in existence that surpasses this, it must be Hoenli[nden]?but what is like Hoenlinden? -Tell me in your next, what you think of this piece - Is not, think you, ""From a thousand mouldering mouths of lurid flame"" misprinted somehow? would ""smouldering"" do any better?"

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For that was a day,
When we stood in our array,
Like the Lion"s might at bay;
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Rouse, rouse the cruel leopard from his lair,
With his yell the mountain rings;
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As arrow-like he springs,
And spreads his clutching paw to rend and tear.
Then first array"d in battle front we saw,
Far as the eye could glance,
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O"er the desolate expanse
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But when we first encounter"d man to m[an]
Such odds came never on,
Against Greece or Macedon,
When they shook the Persian throne,
Mid the old barbaric pomp of Ispahan.
No number"d might of living could tam[e]
Our gallant band that broke
Through the bursting clouds of smoke,
When the vollied thunder spoke
From a thousand mouldering mouths of lurid fla[me]
Hail, Wellesl[e]y who led the mortal fray
Amid the locust swarm,
Dark fate was in thy arm;
And thy shadow shall alarm
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Ah! Mark these British corses on the plain,
Each vanish"d like a star,
"Mid the dreadful ranks of war,
While the women stood afar,
And gaz"d in silent terror at the slain.
Shout, Britons, for the battle of Assaye;
Ye who perish"d in your prime,
Your hallow"d names sublime,
Shall live to ceaseless time;
Your heroic worth and fame shall never die.

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