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1854
Tell the Tzar of England's glories,
Let him learn the deeds of yore!
Tell him how we fought at Florez,
How we won at Azincour!
Tell him of the great Armada
Wreck'd upon our English shore!
Let him learn the deeds of yore!
Tell him how we fought at Florez,
How we won at Azincour!
Tell him of the great Armada
Wreck'd upon our English shore!
Say, for all our peaceful bearing,
England yet hath noble blood;
Dwarf'd we may be, yet our daring
Mocks his height in field or flood:
We have men whose hearts are higher
Than the ebb of Cheapside mud.
England yet hath noble blood;
Dwarf'd we may be, yet our daring
Mocks his height in field or flood:
We have men whose hearts are higher
Than the ebb of Cheapside mud.
Tell him Thor's unerring hammer
Fitteth yet an English hand;
Say, at our first battle-clamour
Arthur comes from fairy-land;
Alfred fronteth the invader,
Drake hath his far-reaching brand.
Fitteth yet an English hand;
Say, at our first battle-clamour
Arthur comes from fairy-land;
Alfred fronteth the invader,
Drake hath his far-reaching brand.
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Mind him of our Portland glory,
Of the Nile and Trafalgar;
Say, such is the unfinish'd story
Of the Book of English War;
Copenhagen unto Cronstadt,
Tell him, is not overfar.
Of the Nile and Trafalgar;
Say, such is the unfinish'd story
Of the Book of English War;
Copenhagen unto Cronstadt,
Tell him, is not overfar.
Tell him, our unwaning glories
Ruin's self could never dim,
Though all England lay at Florez,
Though all Europe bay'd with him:
He might then beware his triumph,—
Grenville's look is very grim.
Ruin's self could never dim,
Though all England lay at Florez,
Though all Europe bay'd with him:
He might then beware his triumph,—
Grenville's look is very grim.
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