Awake! (not Greece-she is awake !) Tread those reviving passions down, If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live? Seek out-less often sought than found- Byron. LXXIX THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; Few and short were the prayers we said, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stoneBut we left him alone with his glory. LXXX THE OLD NAVY THE captain stood on the carronade : First lieutenant,' says he, 'Send all my merry men aft here, for they must list to me; I haven't the gift of the gab, my sons-because I'm bred to the sea; That ship there is a Frenchman, who means to fight with we. And odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea, I've fought 'gainst every odds-but I've gained the victory! That ship there is a Frenchman, and if we don't take she, 'Tis a thousand bullets to one, that she will capture we ; I haven't the gift of the gab, my boys; so each man to his gun; If she's not mine in half an hour, I'll flog each mother's son. For odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea, I've fought 'gainst every odds-and I've gained the victory! We fought for twenty minutes, when the Frenchman had enough; 'I little thought,' said he, 'that your men were of such stuff' ; Our captain took the Frenchman's sword, a low bow made to he; 'I haven't the gift of the gab, monsieur, but polite I wish to be. And odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea, I've fought 'gainst every odds-and I've gained the victory!' Our captain sent for all of us: My merry men,' said he, 'I haven't the gift of the gab, my lads, but yet I thankful be: You've done your duty handsomely, each man stood to his gun; If you hadn't, you villains, as sure as day, I'd have flogged each mother's son. For odds bobs, hammer and tongs, as long as I'm at sea, I'll fight 'gainst every odds-and I'll gain the victory !' Marryat. LXXXI CASABIANCA THE boy stood on the burning deck The flame that lit the battle's wreck Yet beautiful and bright he stood, The flames rolled on-he would not go He called aloud: Say, father ! say yet my task is done !" If He knew not that the chieftain lay Speak, father!' once again he cried, Upon his brow he felt their breath, He looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair, And shouted but once more aloud, My father! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child |