The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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TRAFALGAR.
Above the howl of ocean
And frowning Trafalgar,
From bursting cloud, went forth the voice
Of elemental war;
And frowning Trafalgar,
From bursting cloud, went forth the voice
Of elemental war;
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And, louder than the tempest,
From man, the insect, came,
Beneath the frown of Trafalgar,
His deadly voice of flame.
From man, the insect, came,
Beneath the frown of Trafalgar,
His deadly voice of flame.
But, ere it rent the blackness
Which God's stern brow cast wide,
“Now, Victory or Westminster!”
Said Nelson, in his pride.
Which God's stern brow cast wide,
“Now, Victory or Westminster!”
Said Nelson, in his pride.
“My comrades, do your duty!
Or what will England say?”
“They shall!” cried accents from the deep,
Where dead men weltering lay.
Or what will England say?”
“They shall!” cried accents from the deep,
Where dead men weltering lay.
Red Horror tore the tempest;
Down stoop'd both sea and sky;
And, like a flood on Collingwood,
The clouds rush'd from on high.
Down stoop'd both sea and sky;
And, like a flood on Collingwood,
The clouds rush'd from on high.
Life pledged for life, arm'd thousands
Join'd then in horrid strife.
O Life, thou art an awful thing!—
For what is God but Life?
Join'd then in horrid strife.
O Life, thou art an awful thing!—
For what is God but Life?
Shouts, groans, and man's dread thunder,
Made up one dismal cry:
The affrighted storm ask'd what it meant,
And Death made no reply.
Made up one dismal cry:
The affrighted storm ask'd what it meant,
And Death made no reply.
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But, on the grave of thousands,
A silent spirit trod;
He clasp'd them in th' embrace of Death—
And what is Death but God?
A silent spirit trod;
He clasp'd them in th' embrace of Death—
And what is Death but God?
He cared not for their glory,
He ask'd not of their cause;
While, right or wrong, the weak and strong
Obeyed alike his laws.
He ask'd not of their cause;
While, right or wrong, the weak and strong
Obeyed alike his laws.
One tyrant lost his war-ships;
Worse tyrants summ'd their gains;
And toil-worn nations sang and danced,
(As maniacs dance,) in chains!
Worse tyrants summ'd their gains;
And toil-worn nations sang and danced,
(As maniacs dance,) in chains!
How like an empty bubble
The turmoil pass'd away!
“Where are the weak?” said sun and cloud—
“The mighty!—where are they?”
The turmoil pass'd away!
“Where are the weak?” said sun and cloud—
“The mighty!—where are they?”
And birds of light and calmness—
Where dolphins gamboll'd free,
And heroes in their glory lay—
Flew over the smooth sea.
Where dolphins gamboll'd free,
And heroes in their glory lay—
Flew over the smooth sea.
And, from his throne of silence,
The God of Peace look'd down,
Though sternly, on their bed of death,
With pity in his frown.
The God of Peace look'd down,
Though sternly, on their bed of death,
With pity in his frown.
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For Spaniard, Frank, and Briton,
All peaceful in one grave,
Like babies in their nurses' arms,
Slept under the green wave.
All peaceful in one grave,
Like babies in their nurses' arms,
Slept under the green wave.
Image of God! through horrors
“That make the angels weep,”
Why seek the gift that comes unsought—
His boon of dreadful sleep?
“That make the angels weep,”
Why seek the gift that comes unsought—
His boon of dreadful sleep?
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