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The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night,
And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of bloodred 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
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
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
Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of
Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely
Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest
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
Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent,
And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of
Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled
And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of
WHEN captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,
They mustred their souldiers by two and by three,
When the brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight
She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe
A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide,
Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in hand,
'My soldiers,' she saith, soe valliant and bold,
Then cryed out her souldiers, and loude they did say,
She cheared her souldiers, that foughten for life.
'Before I will see the worst of you all
To come into danger of death or of thrall,
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 when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent,
Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre,
Her foes they besett her on everye side,
Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in hand,
‘Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live?
Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee :' Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree.
‘Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold,
Whom thinke you before you now you doe beholde?'
'No captaine of England; behold in your sight
'But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare,
The Prince of Great Parma heard of her renowne,
But this virtuous mayden despised them all :
Then to her owne country shee backe did returne,
RELIQUES OF ANCIENT ENGLISH POETRY.
Elizabeth of Bohemia
You meaner beauties of the night,
Ye violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own,What are you when the Rose is blown?
Ye curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth dame Nature's lays Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise
So when my Mistress shall be seen
SIR H. WOTTON.
THERE is a garden in her face
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that approach with eye or hand, These sacred cherries to come nigh, —Till Cherry Ripe themselves do cry!