She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade :
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes !


The Armada


ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient

days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.

It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth

Bay; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's

isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall · Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in

chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty

hall ;

Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a

post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff

comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound the

drums; His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample

space ; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies massy fold;


Șo stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed

Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle

shield. 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 flagstaff deep, Sir Knight : họ! 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 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 ghastly war-flame

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. 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



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 pikes and flags rushed down

each roaring street ; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the

din, As fast from every village round the horse came spurring 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

cf light,

in :

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

fane, And tower and hainlet 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


MACAULAY. Mary Ambree WHEN captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte, Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt, They mustred their souldiers by two and by three, And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree. When the brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight, Because he was slaine most treacherouslie Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree. She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe ; A faire shirt of mail then slipped on shee : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide, A stronge arminge-sword shee girt by her side, On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in hand, Bidding all such, as wold, to bee of her band ; To wayte on her person came thousand and three : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? “My soldiers,' she saith, soe valliant and bold, Nowe followe your captaine, whom you doe beholde ; Still formost in battell myselfe will I bee : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?




Then cryed out her souldiers, and loude they did say,

Soe well thou becomest this gallant array, Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agree, Noe mayden was ever like Mary Ambree.' She cheared her souldiers, that foughten for life. With ancyent and standard, with drum and with fife, With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so free ; Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? “Before I will see the worst of you all To come into danger of death or of thrall, This hand and this life I will venture so free :' Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile array, Gainst three times theyr number by breake of the daye; Seven howers in skirmish continued shee ; Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott, And her enemyes bodyes with bulletts so hott; For one of her owne men a score killed shee ; Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, Away all her pellets and powder had sent, Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three: Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre, At length she was forced to make a retyre ; Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew shee : Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree? Her foes they besett her on everye side, As thinking close siege shee cold never abide ; To beate down the walles they all did decree : But stoutlye deffyd them brave Mary Ambree. Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in hand, And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, There daring their captaines to match any three : O what brave captaine was Mary Ambree !

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