Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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ON SEEING AN ENGLISH VESSEL.
My England's Barks like kingly chariots go,The Sea,—her Sea!—their own triumphal road!—
Scattering a thousand marvels far abroad,
Her thunders and her glorious counsels, lo!
My England's Barks, that best her greatness show,
Bearing her terrors as a lightsome load!—
Are as her thousand winged thrones!—Oft flowed
Beneath them seas of blood, like the Ocean's flow!
Oft round them Victory's dazzling glory shone,—
While strong they stood, like Pyramids of power!
Like Monuments upreared for Battles won!—
None nobler could adorn glad Triumph's hour!—
My England's Barks, the rising, setting Sun,
Hails still in every clime,—where'er Tides roll, they tower!
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