THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. Thomas Campbell Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. W27677 N27834 Campbell, Thomas, 1777-1844. Anderson, Robert, 1750-1830, dedicatee. The pleasures of hope, with other poems. By Thomas Campbell. [New York] Edinburgh, printed: New-York, re-printed by John Furman, opposite the City-Hall, for Jones Bull 1800 pp. []-114. 120p.; 17cm. (12mo)

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THE WOUNDED HUSSAR . ALONE to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o'er : Oh whither , she cried , hast thou wander'd , my lover ; Or here dost thou welter , and bleed on the shore ? What voice have I heard ? 'twas my Henry that sigh'd ; All mournful she hasten'd , nor wander'd she far , When bleeding , and low , on the heath she descried , By the light of the moon , her poor wounded Hussar ! From his bosom that heav'd , the last torrent was streaming , And pale was his visage , deep mark'd with a scar ; And dim was that eye , once expressively beaming , That melted in love , and that kindled in war ! How smit was fair Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ? Hast thou come , my fond Love , this last sorrowful night , To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar ? Thou shalt live , she replied , Heav'n's mercy relieving , Each anguishing wound shall forbid me to mourn ! Ah , no ! the last pang in my bosom is heaving ; No light of the morn shall to Henry return ! Thou charmer of life , ever tender and true ! Ye babes of my love that await me afar ! His faultering tongue scarce could murmur adieu , When he sunk in her arms — the poor wounded Hussar ?