Anne of Green Gables  - L.M. Montgomery

What sort of poem would Anne, eleven year old orphan and conversational extraordinaire, memorize?


On the Battle of Hohenlinden

Thomas Campbell  


On Linden when the sun was low,

 All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow,

 And dark as winter was the flow

   Of Iser rolling rapidly.


But Linden shew'd another sight, 

 When the drum beat at dead of night,
 Commanding fires of death to light

   The darkness of her scenery.


By torch and trumpet-sound array'd,

  Each horseman drew his battle-blade,

  And furious every charger neigh'd,

   To join the dreadful revelry.


Then shook the hills with thunder riven,

 Then rush'd the steeds to battle driven,

 And vollying, like the bolts of heaven,

  Far flash'd the red artillery.


And redder still those fires shall glow,

 On Linden's hills of purpled snow;

 And bloodier still shall be the flow

   Of Iser rolling rapidly.

'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun

 Can pierce the war-cloud rolling dun,

 Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout,

  mid' their sulphurous canopy.


The combat deepens—on, ye brave!

 Who rush to glory and the grave;

 Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave,

  And charge with all thy chivalry.


Oh! few shall part where many meet,

 The snow shall be your winding sheet,

 And every turf beneath your feet

  Shall mark the soldiers' cemetry.


Pretty, huh? I should read more poetry. I'm romantical minded by'd probably be good for my soul.