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Then, since this world is vain,
And volatile and fleet,
Why fly from ill
With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing
heart be still?
Come, Disappointment, come!
Thou art not stern to me;
From sun to sun
My race will run, I only bow, and say, "My God, thy will be done!
MORNING ON THE PERSIAN GULF.
THE morn hath risen clear and calm,
And o'er the Green Sea 1 palely shines,
And lighting Kishma's 3 amber vines.
1 The Persian Gulf.
3 A large island in the gulf, not far from Ormuz. The Sultana raisin of commerce is the grape of Kishma.
Fresh smell the shores of Araby,
And curl the shining flood beneath,
And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,
She sung so sweet, with morn to listen ;
Where thickets of pomegranate glisten
THE SPANISH ARMADA:
ATTEND all ye who list to hear our noble England's
praise, I tell of the thrice-famous deeds she wrought in
· The genuine name of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. The Indians, when they pass the promontory, throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea, to secure a propitious voyage.
• In speaking of the climate, an author says, “ The dew is of such a pure nature, that if the brightest scimitar should be exposed to it all night, it would not receive the least rust."
When that great fleet invincible against her bore
in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of
Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer
day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to
Plymouth Bay; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond
Aurigny's 1 isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many
a mile; At sunrise she escap'd their van, by God's especial
grace ; And the tall Pinta ?, till the noon, had held her
close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was plac'd along
the wall; The beacon blaz'd upon the roof of Edgecumb's 3 lofty
Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the
coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland
many a post. While, 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
your blades :
Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown,
[down. And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay
lilies So stalk’d he when he turn'd to fight, on that fam'd Picard field,
[shield: Bohemia's, plume, Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle So glar'd he when at Agincourt in wrath he turn'd
to bay, And crush'd 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 Thou sun, shine on her joyously - ye breezes, waft her wide;
[pride. Our glorious Semper Eadem 1 the banner of our
The freshening breeze of eve unfurld that banner's The parting gleam of sunshine kiss'd that haughty
scroll of gold ; Night sank upon that 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,
[day; That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the For swift to east and swift to west the warning ra
diance spread; High on St. Michael's Mount 2 it shone - it shone
on Beachy Head. 3
1 The motto of Queen Elizabeth.
* A remarkable insulated rock opposite the town of Marazion in Cornwall, connected with the mainland by a causeway over the sands.
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 Tamaris 1 glit-.
tering waves, The rugged miners pour'd to war from Mendip's 2
sunless caves. O'er Longleat's 3 towers, o'er Cranbourn's 4 oaks,
, He rous'd the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers
of Beaulieu. 5 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 look'd forth into
the night, And saw o’erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of
bloodshed 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 At once the wild alarum clash'd from all her reeling
Rises in Cornwall and flows into Plymouth Sound, forming, almost entirely throughout its course, the boundary be. tween Cornwall and Devonshire.
· The Mendip hills contain zinc, calamine, and other minerals, and are celebrated for the cavern at Wokey, which yields only in extent to the Peak,
3 Near Warminster, Wilts, the seat of the Marquis of Bath. 4 Cranbourne chase, Dorsetshire, 5 New Forest, Hampshire.