5. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace. 6. Round turned he, as not deigning The white porch of his home; 7. "Oh, Tiber! father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, 8. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, 9. But fiercely ran the current, 10. Never, I ween, did swimmer, Struggle through such a raging flood 11. And now he feels the bottom; And now with shouts and clapping, 12. They gave him of the corn-land, That was of public right, As much as two strong oxen Could plough from morn till night; And they made a molten image, And set it up on high, And there it stands unto this day 13. And still his name sounds stirring As the trumpet-blast that cries to them For boys with hearts as bold 14. And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, 15. When the oldest cask is opened, Around the firebrands close: 16. When the goodman mends his armour, How well Horatius kept the bridge LORD MACAULAY. rapturous deigning battlement And the sun went down and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never for 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 battle thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame. For some were sunk, and many were shatter'd, and so could fight us no more God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before ? TENNYSON. In August, 1591, Lord Thomas Howard, with six English line-of-battle ships, six victuallers, and two or three pinnaces, was lying at anchor under the Island of Florez. Light in ballast and short of water, with half his men disabled by sickness, Howard was unable to pursue the aggressive purpose for which he had been sent out. Several of the ships' crews were on shore: the ships themselves all pestered and rommaging,' with everything out of order. In this condition they were surprised by a Spanish fleet consisting of fiftythree men-of-war. Eleven out of the twelve English ships obeyed the signal of the admiral, to cut or weigh their anchors, and escape as they might. The twelfth, the Revenge, was unable for the moment to follow. Of her crew of 190, ninety were sick on shore, and, from the position of the ship, there was some delay and difficulty in getting them on board. The Revenge was commanded by Sir Richard Grenville, of Bideford, a man well known in the Spanish seas, and the terror of the Spanish sailors; so fierce was he said to be that mythic stories passed from lip to lip about him, and, like Earl Talbot or Cœur de Lion, the nurses at the Azores frightened children with the sound of his name. 'He was of great revenues, of his own inheritance,' they |