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ODE V. TUDOR.
Fill the horn of glossy blue,
Ocean's bright cærulean hue;
Briskly quaff the flav'rous mead,
'Tis a day to joy decreed.
High the fame of Tudor's birth,
Valour his, and conscious worth.
Ocean's bright cærulean hue;
Briskly quaff the flav'rous mead,
'Tis a day to joy decreed.
High the fame of Tudor's birth,
Valour his, and conscious worth.
Have you seen the virgin snow,
That tops old Aran's peering brow;
Or lucid web, by insect spun,
Purpureal gleam in summer sun?
With such, yet far diviner light,
Malvina hits the dazzled sight;
Such the reward, can Tudor's breast
Dare to court ignoble rest?
That tops old Aran's peering brow;
Or lucid web, by insect spun,
Purpureal gleam in summer sun?
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Malvina hits the dazzled sight;
Such the reward, can Tudor's breast
Dare to court ignoble rest?
From the cliff sublime and hoary
See descending martial glory;
Armed bands aloft uprear
Crimson banner, crimson spear;
Venodotia's ancient boast
Meets the pride of London's host;
On they move with step serene,
And form a dreadly pleasing scene.
See descending martial glory;
Armed bands aloft uprear
Crimson banner, crimson spear;
Venodotia's ancient boast
Meets the pride of London's host;
On they move with step serene,
And form a dreadly pleasing scene.
Heard you that terrific clang?
Thro' the pathless void it rang:
Th'expecting raven screams afar,
And snuffs the reeking spoils of war.
Thro' the pathless void it rang:
Th'expecting raven screams afar,
And snuffs the reeking spoils of war.
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Have you e'er on barren strand
Ta'en your solitary stand,
And seen the whirlwind's spirit sped
O'er the dark green billowy bed?
Glowing in the thickest fight,
Such resistless Tudor's might.
Ta'en your solitary stand,
And seen the whirlwind's spirit sped
O'er the dark green billowy bed?
Glowing in the thickest fight,
Such resistless Tudor's might.
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