King Christian stood beside the mast
In smoke and mist.
His weapons, hammering hard and fast,
Through helms and brains of Gothmen pass’d.
Then sank each hostile sail and mast
In smoke and mist.
“Fly,” said the foe, “fly all that can,
For who can Denmark’s Christian
Resist?”
P. 438.
The Erl King. [Who is it that gallops so lat on the wild!]
(3) The Monthly Magazine, Vol. lvii, 1824.
P. 235.
Bernard’s Address to his Army. [Freshly blew the morning breeze]
The Singing Mariner. [Who will ever have again]
Reprinted in The Expedition to Birting’s Land and Other Ballads, 1914, pp. 16–18.
P. 431.