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And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close

in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the


The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's

lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the

coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland

many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff

comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound

the drums; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an

ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her

Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the

bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon

swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient

crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies

down. So stalked he when he turned to fight, on that famed

Picard field, Bohemia's plume, Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle

shield. So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay, And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely

hunter lay. Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, sir Knight: ho ! scatter

flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho! gallants, draw

your blades :

Thou sun, shine on her joyously-ye breezes, waft

her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM—the banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's

massy fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty

scroll of gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple

sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again

shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to

Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the

day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war

flame spread, High on St. Michael's mount it shone: it shone on

Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniards saw, along each southern

shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling

points of fire. The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar’s glittering

waves ; The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's

sunless caves : O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the

fiery herald flew, He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers

of Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from

Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on

Clifton Down; The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the


And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of

blood-red light. Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like

silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering

fires ;

At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling

spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the

voice of fear; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a

louder cheer : And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of

hurrying feet, And the broad streams of pikes and flags dashed down

each roaring street; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still

the din, As fast from every village round the horse came

spurring in : And eastward straight, from wild Blackheath, the

warlike errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires

of Kent. Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those

bright couriers forth; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north; and on, without a pause,

untired they bounded still : All night from tower to tower they sprang ; they sprang

from hill to hill : Till the proud Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's

rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills

of Wales,

And on,

Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's

lovely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's

crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's

stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the

boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wild vale

of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's

embattled pile, And the red glare of Skiddaw roused the burghers of



Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row! the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past !
Why should we yet our sail unfurl ?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl !
But, when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past !
Utawas tide! this trembling moon
Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayers,
Oh! grant us cool heavens and favouring airs.
Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past !



NEW.- Tennyson.

Ring out wild bells to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light :

The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow :

The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,

For those that here we see no more ;

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife;

Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer

laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin,

The faithless coldness of the times;

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood,

The civic scandal and the spite ;

Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ;

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;

Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand




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