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THE ARMADA.

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So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay,

And crushed and torn, beneath his claws, the princely hunters lay.

Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, sir knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids :

Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades:

Thou sun, shine on her joyously-ye breezes, waft her wide;

Our glorious SEMPER EADEM-the banner of our pride.

The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold;

The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold;

Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea,

Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be.

From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay,

That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day;

For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread;

High on St. Michael's Mount it shone-it shone on Beachy Head..

Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire,

Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire;

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THE ARMADA.

The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves,

The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless caves.

O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew ;

He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu.

Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town,

And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down;

The sentinel on Whitehall Gate looked forth into the night,

And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of blood-red light.

Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke,

And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke.

At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires;

At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires;

From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear;

And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer:

And from the furthest wards was heard the rush. of hurrying feet,

And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each roaring street;

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And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din,

As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in:

And eastward straight, from wild Blackheath, the warlike errand went,

And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent.

Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright couriers forth;

High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north;

And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still:

All night from tower to tower they sprang—they sprang from hill to hill :

Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales

Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales

Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height

Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light

Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane,

And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain;

Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln

sent,

And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent;

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REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEAD.

Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's

embattled pile,

And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.

MACAULAY.

ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION.

Do you ask what the Birds say? The sparrow, the dove,

The linnet, and thrush say, "I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent,- the wind is so

strong

What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud

song.

But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,

And singing and loving-all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, "The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings, and for ever sings he

"I love my love, and my love loves me!"

S. T. COLERIDGE.

REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEAD.

THY memory as a spell

Of love comes o'er my mind,

As dew upon the purple bell,

As perfume on the wind,

REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEAD.

As music on the sea,

As sunshine on the river;
So hath it always been to me,
So shall it be for ever.

I hear thy voice in dreams
Upon me softly call,

Like echo of the mountain streams
In sportive waterfall.

I see thy form as when

Thou wert a living thing,
And blossom'd in the eyes of men
Like any flower of spring.

Thy soul to heaven hath fled,
From earthly thraldom free;
Yet 'tis not as the dead

That thou appear'st to me:
In slumber I behold

Thy form as when on earth ;
Thy locks of waving gold,
Thy sapphire eye of mirth.

I hear in solitude

The prattle kind and free
Thou uttered'st in joyful mood
While seated on my knee.
So strong each vision seems,
My spirit that doth fill,
I think not they are dreams,
But that thou livest still.

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.

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