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Poetry.
II . Gallia's nale Genius stands aghast , ( The lilies v .-ltlierm her hand , ) Her fleets receive the favouringbla ' . t , lint dare not touch on th' adverse land : On Piigland ' s rough mid rocky shore , She hears the awaien'd lion roar . irr .
On everv heath , on every strand , New raiVrf balta ! ions grace the land : To arms the hollew val lies sound . To arms—to arms—the hills rebound ; Echo , well-pleas'd , repeatsthevoicearound . IV . Secure within their native isle
, Britons at vain invasion smile : Theirfleets triumphant o ' er the main Old Ocean ' s empire vet maintain . * While laurels erst that Jervis grae'd and Howe , Shine with fresh lustre on aBuncan ' sbrow . And may such laurels pence and p lenty bring To free-born Britons and their patriot King !
* These two lines were added at the time of Duncan ' s naval victory . ACROSTIC . JJow , Gallia , mourn and cloud thvself in throw
woe [ ; Egypt ' s fair shores have seen thy over-J-. ei . rn to desist , and for thy children weep , Sin < -e Britain only rules her subject deep ; Oft thou hast prov'd , thro'all thy num'rotts wars , [ tars . . Jvought can withstand the courage of her l'HUONAUT .
TOM HALLIARD . A BALLAD . [ gy Peter Pindar , Fro . ] Now the rage of battle ended , And the French lor mercy call , Death no morein smoke and thunder ,
, Kode upon the vengeful ball . Yet what brave and loyal heroes Saw the sun 61 ' morning bright—Ah I condenm'dby cruel fortune , Ne ' er to see thc star of night . Froni Ihe main-deck to the quarter , and wet with blood
threw d with limbs , , foor Tom Halliard , pale and wounded , Crawl'd where his brave Capiain stood . ' O my noble Captain 1 tell me , ' Ere fain borne a corpse away , Have I done a seaman's duty , Ou this great and jjlorious ikrv i
' Tel ! a dvin . a- sailor truly , For mv Hf" is fiVetmg f . i < : ; Have I (' one- a seaman's duty ? Can there aught my mem ' ry blast ?' Ah l brave Tom , ' the Captain answer'd , ' Thou a sailor ' s part hast 'lone 1 [ revere thv wounds with sorrow—Wounds by which ourglory ' s won !'
' Thanks , mv Captain ! life is ebbing , Fast from this deep wounded heart ; But , O grant one little favour , 'F . re I from the world depart . ' Bid some kind and trusty sailor , When I ' m nunrber'd with the dead , For my dear and constant Catharine ,, head
Cut a lock from this poor . ' Bid him to my Catharine give it , Saving , her'salone I die ! Ka ' le will keep the mournful present . And embalm it with a sigh . Bid him too tin ' s letter bear her
, Which I ' ve petin'd with panting breatn ; Kate may ponder on the writing , When the hand is cold in death . " ' That I will , ' replied the Captain , ' And be ever Catharine ' s friend . ' ' Ah , my good and kind Commancer ,. Now my pains and sorrows end . '
Mute towards his Capiain weeping , Tom unrais'd a thankful eye-Grateful then , his foot embracing . Sunk with Kate ou his last sigh ! Who that saw a scene so mournful , . Couldwithout a I car depart r He must own a savage nature—Pity never warm'J his heart .
Now , in his white hammock shroudefl ,. By the kind and pensive cresv ; As fie dropp'd into the ocean , All burst out— "i ' oor Tom , adieuf IMPROMPTU , O . N THE fl ' . OI'OSALS FOP . AKIMBO THE
NATION . To raise a Corps in war's alarms A method ' s iry'd , which odd is : That Government should furnish Arms * And Parishes—the Bodies . THE PUNSTER .
SIPPING whey with his pastry , « Whet $ am I , my dear ?' Tom ask'd of the girl t'other day : ' Lard , Sir ! ' she replied , ' to be sure you are here !' ' No , ' iM It- ' , ' f . am oner tliewi ^ .
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Poetry.
II . Gallia's nale Genius stands aghast , ( The lilies v .-ltlierm her hand , ) Her fleets receive the favouringbla ' . t , lint dare not touch on th' adverse land : On Piigland ' s rough mid rocky shore , She hears the awaien'd lion roar . irr .
On everv heath , on every strand , New raiVrf balta ! ions grace the land : To arms the hollew val lies sound . To arms—to arms—the hills rebound ; Echo , well-pleas'd , repeatsthevoicearound . IV . Secure within their native isle
, Britons at vain invasion smile : Theirfleets triumphant o ' er the main Old Ocean ' s empire vet maintain . * While laurels erst that Jervis grae'd and Howe , Shine with fresh lustre on aBuncan ' sbrow . And may such laurels pence and p lenty bring To free-born Britons and their patriot King !
* These two lines were added at the time of Duncan ' s naval victory . ACROSTIC . JJow , Gallia , mourn and cloud thvself in throw
woe [ ; Egypt ' s fair shores have seen thy over-J-. ei . rn to desist , and for thy children weep , Sin < -e Britain only rules her subject deep ; Oft thou hast prov'd , thro'all thy num'rotts wars , [ tars . . Jvought can withstand the courage of her l'HUONAUT .
TOM HALLIARD . A BALLAD . [ gy Peter Pindar , Fro . ] Now the rage of battle ended , And the French lor mercy call , Death no morein smoke and thunder ,
, Kode upon the vengeful ball . Yet what brave and loyal heroes Saw the sun 61 ' morning bright—Ah I condenm'dby cruel fortune , Ne ' er to see thc star of night . Froni Ihe main-deck to the quarter , and wet with blood
threw d with limbs , , foor Tom Halliard , pale and wounded , Crawl'd where his brave Capiain stood . ' O my noble Captain 1 tell me , ' Ere fain borne a corpse away , Have I done a seaman's duty , Ou this great and jjlorious ikrv i
' Tel ! a dvin . a- sailor truly , For mv Hf" is fiVetmg f . i < : ; Have I (' one- a seaman's duty ? Can there aught my mem ' ry blast ?' Ah l brave Tom , ' the Captain answer'd , ' Thou a sailor ' s part hast 'lone 1 [ revere thv wounds with sorrow—Wounds by which ourglory ' s won !'
' Thanks , mv Captain ! life is ebbing , Fast from this deep wounded heart ; But , O grant one little favour , 'F . re I from the world depart . ' Bid some kind and trusty sailor , When I ' m nunrber'd with the dead , For my dear and constant Catharine ,, head
Cut a lock from this poor . ' Bid him to my Catharine give it , Saving , her'salone I die ! Ka ' le will keep the mournful present . And embalm it with a sigh . Bid him too tin ' s letter bear her
, Which I ' ve petin'd with panting breatn ; Kate may ponder on the writing , When the hand is cold in death . " ' That I will , ' replied the Captain , ' And be ever Catharine ' s friend . ' ' Ah , my good and kind Commancer ,. Now my pains and sorrows end . '
Mute towards his Capiain weeping , Tom unrais'd a thankful eye-Grateful then , his foot embracing . Sunk with Kate ou his last sigh ! Who that saw a scene so mournful , . Couldwithout a I car depart r He must own a savage nature—Pity never warm'J his heart .
Now , in his white hammock shroudefl ,. By the kind and pensive cresv ; As fie dropp'd into the ocean , All burst out— "i ' oor Tom , adieuf IMPROMPTU , O . N THE fl ' . OI'OSALS FOP . AKIMBO THE
NATION . To raise a Corps in war's alarms A method ' s iry'd , which odd is : That Government should furnish Arms * And Parishes—the Bodies . THE PUNSTER .
SIPPING whey with his pastry , « Whet $ am I , my dear ?' Tom ask'd of the girl t'other day : ' Lard , Sir ! ' she replied , ' to be sure you are here !' ' No , ' iM It- ' , ' f . am oner tliewi ^ .