[A Volunteer Song A Collection of Pieces in Verse Numbered I.-XI. By Francis Wrangham] |
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No II.
ABERCROMBIE, NELSON & SMITH.
The Three I sing, on Egypt's strand
Who fill'd their age with wonder:
When War's loud tempest shakes the land,
The Muse like Mars should thunder.
For One, with triumph's deathless bough
The cypress-leaf is blended;
But Two survive with laurell'd brow,
By Albion's prayers attended.
Who fill'd their age with wonder:
When War's loud tempest shakes the land,
The Muse like Mars should thunder.
For One, with triumph's deathless bough
The cypress-leaf is blended;
But Two survive with laurell'd brow,
By Albion's prayers attended.
Still Cœur-de-Lion forms his line,
The boast of English story:
Still Nelson's fatal lightnings shine,
And mark the path to glory.
O'er distant seas, in freedom's cause,
Their gallant flags are flying:
At home her sabre Albion draws,
The hosts of death defying.
The boast of English story:
Still Nelson's fatal lightnings shine,
And mark the path to glory.
O'er distant seas, in freedom's cause,
Their gallant flags are flying:
At home her sabre Albion draws,
The hosts of death defying.
And Egypt still her loss deplores,
The sun-like Scot regretting;
Seen in full orb upon her shores—
Ah! seen but at his setting!
There, for a moment's passing space,
He pour'd empyreal splendour;
And sunk, in honour's brightest blaze,
The eastern world's defender.
The sun-like Scot regretting;
Seen in full orb upon her shores—
Ah! seen but at his setting!
There, for a moment's passing space,
He pour'd empyreal splendour;
And sunk, in honour's brightest blaze,
The eastern world's defender.
Him Turkey's turban'd millions weep,
The minish'd crescent wailing;
And mourn with groans, “not loud but deep,”
Their pride of empire failing.
—But hence with tears! for Two remain,
To hush the storm's commotion:
Then sing—‘May long their white star reign
Refulgent o'er the ocean.’
The minish'd crescent wailing;
And mourn with groans, “not loud but deep,”
Their pride of empire failing.
—But hence with tears! for Two remain,
To hush the storm's commotion:
Then sing—‘May long their white star reign
Refulgent o'er the ocean.’
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