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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,


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 ban

ner'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 twink

ling points of fire ;

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The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar’s glitter

ing 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 death

like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal

city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answer

ing fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reel

ing 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 dalesTill like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy

hills of WalesTill twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Mal

vern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's

crest of lightTill 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;



Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's

embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers

of Carlisle.



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

strongWhat 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 !"



Thy memory as a spell
Of love comes o'er


mind, As dew upon the purple bell,

As perfume on the wind,



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.


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