A BALLAD TO QUEEN ELIZABETH of the Spanish Armada ING PHILIP had vaunted his claims; ΚΙΝ He had sworn for a year he would sack us With an army of heathenish names He was coming to fagot and stack us; Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, And shatter our ships on the main ; But we had bold Neptune to back us,-~ And where are the galleons of Spain? His carackes were christened of dames And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus, For where are the galleons of Spain? Let his Majesty hang to St. James Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us; To tug at his bullet and chain; Alas! that his Greatness should lack us — But where are the galleons of Spain? ENVOY. GLORIANA! the Don may attack us Whenever his stomach be fain; He must reach us before he can rack us, And where are the galleons of Spain? A BALLAD OF HEROES "Now all your victories are in vain." -MARY F. ROBINSON. ECAUSE you passed, and now are not, BEC Because, in some remoter day, Your sacred dust from doubtful spot Nay, Though, it may be, above the plot No. For while yet in tower or cot They learn from you the lesson plain That Life may go, so Honour stay,— The deeds you wrought are not in vain! ENVOY. HEROES of old! I humbly lay THE BALLAD OF THE THRUSH ACROSS the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; What trick, what dream's deceit Sing on. What though thou beat Somewhere the blue skies show, Poor hearts with hopeless woe--Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! |