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Poetry.
POETRY .
THE WOODEN WALLS OF ENGLAND . AN ODE WHEN Britain on her se . t-girt shore , Her whiie-rob'd Druids erst address'd , ' What aid , ' she cry'd , ' shall I implore ,
What best defence bv numbers press'd ?' ' Though hostile naiions round ihee rise , ' The mystic Oracles . reply'd , ' And view thine Isle with envious eyes , Their threats defy , their rage deride , Nor fear invasion from adverse Gauls , Britain's best bulwark are her wooden walls . ' Thine oaks descending to the main
, With floating fcrts shall stem the tide , Assisting Britain ' s liquid reign , Where ' er her thundering navy rides ; NOT less to peaceful arts inclin'd , When commerce opens all her stores , In social bands shall league mankind , And join the sea-divided shores , [ calls , Spread then thy sails , where naval glory Britain ' s best bulwarks are her woodeii
walls . r Hail , happy Isle ! what tho' thy vales No vine-empurpled tribute yield , Not fanu'd with odour—breathing gales , Nor crops , spontaneous glad the fields ; Yet Liberty rewards the toil Of Industry , to labour prone , ' Who jocund ploughs the grateful soil , And reaps the harvest she has sown . While other realms ! vramiic stray enthrals , Britain ' s best bulwark are her woodeii ¦ walls '
Thus spake Ihe bearded Seers of yore , In vision rapt , of Britain ' s fame , Ere yet Iberia felt her power , _^ Or Gallia trembl'd at her name ; i . re yet Columbus dar'd t' explore New regions rising from the main . From sea to sea , from shore to shore ,
_ ^ Bear then , ye winds , the solemn strain ; This sacu-u truth , an awe-struck world appals , Britain ' s best bulwark are her wooden " walls . ' EPIGRAM . ON ADMIRAL NELSON ' S TITLE .
*•* Nihilo , Nihil , ut Nilo fert Nelson > T honores , - > ec ilk-ant hostes . Nil tibiNilus eritl IHOlllIt ,
ON ADMIRAL NELSON ' s VICTORY . SPOKEN BY Mil . FISHER , Before their Majesties at Weymotltb . Ay OTHER conquest swells Britannia ' sfame , Let grateful mem ' rv wait on Nelson ' s name ;
In distant seas ' . hi ; conquering hero shows How vain ' s the projects of our Gallic foes . When the glad tidings rc ' ach'd- the public ear , , [ tear ; From Beauty's eyes distill'd the joyous Down manhood's cheek the tide of rapture flow'd , [ glow'd . And every breast with kindling transport Nelsonthy praise from shore to shore shall
, ring , Joy to the nation ! Joy to England ' s king 1 Such prowess every tribute just ly craves ,. E ' en Arabs shout , ' Briiantiia -rules the waves . ' With well earn'd laurels grace the victor ' s brow , Recal the deeds of VincentDuncanHozvet .
, , Illustrious names!—to every Briton rear'Here then the altar of our thanks we'll rear : Fleets led to battle by such men as these Shall fix in-Brunswick ' s hands the trident of the seas .
STANZAS , FROM TASKER ' S WARLIKE ODE . Reci : ed at the JVeymonth Theatre , bi / ore the King , by Mr . Sandford , on Monday , tic ! . I . \ I . ( r ^ uius of Britain ! view the lains
p Where military virtue reigns . Pallid Fear her vain alarms Idly spreads : —while glory warms Th' intrepid soul with hereelestial charms , The standar I rears , and calls to arms , Ye sons of Britain hear ! From her refulgent spiiere [ abodes Aloud she shouts ,- —and opes the bright Ol '
. heroes , and of Demi-Gods ; On seats of burnish'd gold , \ V here Arthur— Alfred sat of old : —The great examples fire——To deathless deeds inspire , — The sons of Freedom rise—they claim Their birlh-righ ' .- —the reward of fame : They catch ihe blaze of energy divine , As from their polish'd arms the sun-beams brighter shine .
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Poetry.
POETRY .
THE WOODEN WALLS OF ENGLAND . AN ODE WHEN Britain on her se . t-girt shore , Her whiie-rob'd Druids erst address'd , ' What aid , ' she cry'd , ' shall I implore ,
What best defence bv numbers press'd ?' ' Though hostile naiions round ihee rise , ' The mystic Oracles . reply'd , ' And view thine Isle with envious eyes , Their threats defy , their rage deride , Nor fear invasion from adverse Gauls , Britain's best bulwark are her wooden walls . ' Thine oaks descending to the main
, With floating fcrts shall stem the tide , Assisting Britain ' s liquid reign , Where ' er her thundering navy rides ; NOT less to peaceful arts inclin'd , When commerce opens all her stores , In social bands shall league mankind , And join the sea-divided shores , [ calls , Spread then thy sails , where naval glory Britain ' s best bulwarks are her woodeii
walls . r Hail , happy Isle ! what tho' thy vales No vine-empurpled tribute yield , Not fanu'd with odour—breathing gales , Nor crops , spontaneous glad the fields ; Yet Liberty rewards the toil Of Industry , to labour prone , ' Who jocund ploughs the grateful soil , And reaps the harvest she has sown . While other realms ! vramiic stray enthrals , Britain ' s best bulwark are her woodeii ¦ walls '
Thus spake Ihe bearded Seers of yore , In vision rapt , of Britain ' s fame , Ere yet Iberia felt her power , _^ Or Gallia trembl'd at her name ; i . re yet Columbus dar'd t' explore New regions rising from the main . From sea to sea , from shore to shore ,
_ ^ Bear then , ye winds , the solemn strain ; This sacu-u truth , an awe-struck world appals , Britain ' s best bulwark are her wooden " walls . ' EPIGRAM . ON ADMIRAL NELSON ' S TITLE .
*•* Nihilo , Nihil , ut Nilo fert Nelson > T honores , - > ec ilk-ant hostes . Nil tibiNilus eritl IHOlllIt ,
ON ADMIRAL NELSON ' s VICTORY . SPOKEN BY Mil . FISHER , Before their Majesties at Weymotltb . Ay OTHER conquest swells Britannia ' sfame , Let grateful mem ' rv wait on Nelson ' s name ;
In distant seas ' . hi ; conquering hero shows How vain ' s the projects of our Gallic foes . When the glad tidings rc ' ach'd- the public ear , , [ tear ; From Beauty's eyes distill'd the joyous Down manhood's cheek the tide of rapture flow'd , [ glow'd . And every breast with kindling transport Nelsonthy praise from shore to shore shall
, ring , Joy to the nation ! Joy to England ' s king 1 Such prowess every tribute just ly craves ,. E ' en Arabs shout , ' Briiantiia -rules the waves . ' With well earn'd laurels grace the victor ' s brow , Recal the deeds of VincentDuncanHozvet .
, , Illustrious names!—to every Briton rear'Here then the altar of our thanks we'll rear : Fleets led to battle by such men as these Shall fix in-Brunswick ' s hands the trident of the seas .
STANZAS , FROM TASKER ' S WARLIKE ODE . Reci : ed at the JVeymonth Theatre , bi / ore the King , by Mr . Sandford , on Monday , tic ! . I . \ I . ( r ^ uius of Britain ! view the lains
p Where military virtue reigns . Pallid Fear her vain alarms Idly spreads : —while glory warms Th' intrepid soul with hereelestial charms , The standar I rears , and calls to arms , Ye sons of Britain hear ! From her refulgent spiiere [ abodes Aloud she shouts ,- —and opes the bright Ol '
. heroes , and of Demi-Gods ; On seats of burnish'd gold , \ V here Arthur— Alfred sat of old : —The great examples fire——To deathless deeds inspire , — The sons of Freedom rise—they claim Their birlh-righ ' .- —the reward of fame : They catch ihe blaze of energy divine , As from their polish'd arms the sun-beams brighter shine .