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Page 92 - When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow When the storm has ceased to blow, To the fame of your name,
Page 96 - In arms the Danish shore Proudly shone; * By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on! For Denmark here had drawn. All her might! From her battle-ships so vast She had hewn away the mast, And at anchor to the last Bade them
Page 104 - And by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry: So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." •—• By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking.
Page 113 - in the freshened fields The earth to thee her incense yields, The snowy mushroom springs. How glorious is thy girdle, cast O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored iu the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported
Page 93 - 7 Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back ; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom : — Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail: Light the gloom. — Or, in conflagration pale, Out spoke the victor then, As he hailed them o'er the wave
Page 92 - As they roar on the shore, She quells the floods below, — When the stormy winds do blow : When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow
Page 91 - the stormy winds do blow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep ; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, As they roar on the shore,
Page 47 - when life was new ? Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have decayed ; When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow, And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world
Page 96 - As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath By the chime, For a time — Ere a first and fatal round Shook the flood; Every Dane looked out that day, Like the red wolf on his prey, And he swore his flag to sway O'er our blood. Not such a mind possessed England's tar