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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea,

But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.

Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came,

Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battlethunder and flame;

Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.

For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so could fight us no more

God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?

For he said "Fight on! fight on!"

Though his vessel was all but a wreck;

And it chanced that, when half of the summer night

was gone,

With a grisly 2 wound to be drest, he had left the deck, But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly

dead,

And himself, he was wounded again in the side and the head.

And he said "Fight on! fight on!"

And the night went down, and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea,

And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring;

1 He: Sir Richard.

2 Grisly terrible.

But they dared not touch us again, for they feared that

we still could sting,

So they watched what the end would be.
And we had not fought them in vain,
But in perilous plight were we,

Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain,
And half of the rest of us maimed for life

In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife; And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold,

And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it spent ;

And the masts and the rigging were lying over the

side;

But Sir Richard cried in his English pride,

"We have fought such a fight, for a day and a night, As may never be fought again!

We have won great glory, my men!

And a day less or more

At sea or ashore,

We die-does it matter when?

Sink me the ship, Master Gunner-sink her, split her

in twain!

Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain!"

And the gunner said "Ay, ay," but the seamen made

reply:

"We have children, we have wives,

And the Lord hath spared our lives.

We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let

us go;

We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow." And the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to the foe.

And the stately Spanish men to their flagship 2 bore him then,

Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last,

And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace;

But he rose upon their decks, and he cried:

"I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true;

I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do:
With a joyful spirit I, Sir Richard Grenville, die!”
And he fell upon their decks, and he died.

And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true,

And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap That he dared her with one little ship and his English

few;

Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught they

knew,

But they sank his body with honor down into the deep, And they manned the Revenge with a swarthier, alien 1

crew,

And away she sailed with her loss and longed for her

own;

1 The lion: Sir Richard.

2 Flagship: the ship of the commander of the Spanish fleet.

3 Queen Queen Elizabeth.

4 Alien: foreign; a crew of Spaniards.

When a wind from the lands they had ruined awoke from sleep,

And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended, a great gale blew,

And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew,

Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags,

And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy of Spain,

And the little Revenge herself went down by the island

crags,

To be lost evermore in the main.1

1 Main: the open or high sea.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

THE EVE OF WATERLOO.1

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THERE was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright

The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising
knell !

Did ye not hear it?—No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car 2 rattling o'er the stony street;

1 The battle of Waterloo was fought on Sunday, June 18, 1815, at Waterloo, near Brussels.

The opposing forces were those of Napoleon on the one side, and the allied English and Prussian armies under Wellington and Blucher (Bloo'ker) on the other.

The battle resulted in a decisive victory for the allies, and the final downfall of Napoleon, who was not long after banished to St. Helena, where he died.

Three nights before the battle the Duchess of Richmond gave a ball in Brussels at which the Duke of Wellington is said to have been present.

Wellington received news of the advance of the French on that evening, June 15, but the information was kept secret in order not to alarm the people of Brussels. In the course of the evening, the Duke sent many of his officers from the ball-room to their posts, and he eventually followed them to prepare for the great battle.

2 Car: here, poetically used of any vehicle.

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