And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave:... Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes - Page 158redigeeritud poolt - 1851Full view - About this book
| Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 lehte
...my dreaming ear melted away. (1. 21-24) The Serf POETRY QUOTATIONS Campion ye Mariners of England 10 nd under running laughter. (I. 1—5) 7 the breeze! (1. 1-4) 11 Britannia needs no bulwarks. No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the... | |
| Essex Institute - 1870 - 348 lehte
...singing like round-shot through walls of oak : Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas, Whoso flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and...glorious standard launch again. To match another foe. Ami sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow! Where the buttle ragos loud and long, And... | |
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