Besides the force it has to fright The same arts that did gain ON THE VICTORY OBTAINED BY BLAKE OVER THE SPANIARDS IN THE BAY OF SANTA CRUZ (1657) (Abridged) BY ANDREW MARVELL Now does Spain's fleet her spacious wings unfold, 'Twas more for England's fame you should die there, At once both to inhabit earth and heaven. For here they met with news, which did produce Who on the ocean, that does horror give To all beside, triumphantly do live. With haste they therefore all their galleons moor, And flank with cannon from the neighbouring shore; ON BLAKE'S VICTORY OVER SPANIARDS 295 Forts, lines, and sconces, all the bay along, They build, and act all that can make them strong. Fond men! who know not whilst such works they raise, They only labour to exalt your praise. Yet they by restless toil became at length Our worst work's past, now we have found them out. And they are ours, for now they cannot fly. This said, the whole fleet gave it their applause, And all assumes your courage, in your cause. That bay they enter, which unto them owes The noblest wreaths that victory bestows: Bold Stayner leads; this fleet's designed by fate To give him laurel, as the last did plate. The thundering cannon now begins the fight, And, though it be at noon, creates a night ; The air was soon, after the fight begun, Far more enflamed by it than by the sun. Never so burning was that climate known; War turned the temperature to the torrid zone. Fate these two fleets, between both worlds, had brought, Who fight as if for both those worlds they fought. Thousands of ways, thousands of men there die, As oaks did then, urged by the active fire Torn limbs some leagues into the island fly, Scarce souls from bodies severed are so far A choice which did the highest worth express, Our cannon now tears every ship and sconce, All the foe's ships destroyed by sea or fire, Victorious Blake does from the bay retire. His siege of Spain he then again pursues, And there first brings of his success the news: The saddest news that e'er to Spain was brought, Their rich fleet sunk, and ours with laurel fraught; Whilst Fame in every place her trumpet blows, And tells the world how much to you it owes. STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF OLIVER CROMWELL (1658) (Abridged) BY JOHN DRYDEN AND now 'tis time; for their officious haste, His grandeur he derived from Heaven alone; He, private, marked the fault of others' sway, And set as sea-marks for himself to shun: Not like rash monarchs who their youth betray By acts their age too late would wish undone. And yet dominion was not his design; We owe that blessing, not to him, but Heaven, Which to fair acts unsought rewards did join ; Rewards, that less to him than us were given. Nor was he like those stars which only shine, When to pale mariners they storms portend: He had his calmer influence and his mien Did love and majesty together blend. To suppliant Holland he vouchsafed a peace, And buy our friendship with her idol, gain. Fame of the asserted sea through Europe blown, Made France and Spain ambitious of his love; Each knew that side must conquer he would own; And for him fiercely, as for empire, strove. He made us freemen of the continent, Whom Nature did like captives treat before; To nobler preys the English lion sent, And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar. His ashes in a peaceful urn shall rest, His name a great example stands, to show How strangely high endeavours may be blest, Where piety and valour jointly go. KING CHARLES II (1660-1685) CHARLES THE SECOND BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHO Comes with rapture greeted, and caressed Of truth and falsehood, swallowing the good name, And, with that draught, the life-blood: misery, shame, By poets loathed; from which historians shrink! |