Henry the Fifth Before the Battle of Agincourt,

The Loss of the Royal George,

Alexander's Feast,.

Henry the Fifth's Reply to the Dauphin's Present of

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THE ENGLISH BOY.

OOK from the ancient mountains down,

My noble English boy;

Thy country's fields around thee gleam,

In sunlight and in joy.

Ages have rolled since foeman's march
Passed o'er that old, firm sod;
For well the land hath fealty held
To freedom and to God.

Gaze proudly on, my English boy,
And let thy kindling mind
Drink in the spirit of high thought
From every chainless wind.

There, in the shadow of old Time,
The halls beneath thee lie,
Which poured forth to the fields of yore
Our England's chivalry.

How bravely and how solemnly
They stand, midst oak and yew!
Whence Cressy's yeomen haply framed
The bow, in battle true.

And round their walls the good swords hang, Whose faith knew no alloy,

And shields of knighthood, pure from stains:
Gaze on, my English boy.

Gaze where the hamlet's ivied church
Gleams by the antique elm,

Or where the minster lifts the cross

High through the air's blue realm.

Martyrs have showered their free hearts' blood
That England's prayer might rise
From those grey fanes of thoughtful years,
Unfettered to the skies.

Along their aisles, beneath their trees,
This earth's most glorious dust,
Once fired with valour, wisdom, song,
Is laid in holy trust.

Gaze on,-gaze farther, farther yet-
My gallant English boy;

Yon blue sea bears thy country's flag,
The billows' pride and joy.

Those waves in many a fight have closed
Above her faithful dead,

That red-cross flag victoriously

Hath floated o'er their bed.

They perished-this green turf to keep,
By hostile tread unstained,
These knightly halls inviolate,
Those churches unprofaned.

And high and clear their memory's light
Along our shore is set,

And many an answering beacon-fire
Shall there be kindled yet.

Lift up thy heart, my English boy,
And pray like them that stand,
Should God so summon thee to guard
The altars of the land.

Mrs. Hemans.

MARMION AND THE DOUGLAS.

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́OT far advanced was morning day,
When Marmion did his troop array
To Surrey's camp to ride;

He had safe conduct for his band,
Beneath the royal seal and hand,
And Douglas gave a guide:
The ancient Earl, with stately grace,
Would Clara on her palfrey place,
And whisper'd, in an under tone,
"Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown."
The train from out the castle drew,
But Marmion stopped to bid adieu :—

"Though something I might 'plain," he said,