"ALL WHO JOY WOULD WIN MUST SHARE IT; HAPPINESS WAS BORN A TWIN."-BYRON. "LOVE IS LOVELIEST WHEN EMBALMED IN TEARS."-SCOTT. With his white hair unbonneted the stout old Sheriff comes; drums; The yeomen round the market-cross make clear an ample For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace. Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, Sir Knight; ho! scatter flowers, Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute; ho! gallants, draw your Thou sun, shine on her joyously, ye breezes waft her wide, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea- *The "famed Picard field" was the battle of Creçy, won by Edward "Always the same' 66 WRONGS UNredressed, OR INSULTS UNAVENGED."-wordsworth. "PLEASURES ARE LIKE POPPIES SPREAD-YOU SEIZE THE FLOWER, ITS BLOOM IS SHED."-BURNS. "POWER, LIKE A DESOLATING PESTILENCE, POLLUTES WHATE'ER IT TOUCHES."-SHELLEY. 46 228 THE NOBLEST MIND THE BEST CONTENTMENT HAS."-SPENSER. THE SPANISH ARMADA. "ALL. PLACES THAT THE EYE OF HEAVEN VISITS, ARE TO A WISE MAN PORTS AND HAPPY HAVENS."-SHAKSPEARE. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, fire; "ILLUSTRIOUS ACTS HIGH RAPTURES DO INFUSE."-waller. "THE FLIGHTY PURPOSE NEVER IS O'ERTOOK, UNLESS THE DEED GO WITH IT."-SHAKSPEARE. ERRORS, LIKE STRAWS, UPON THE SURFACE FLOW; THE SPANISH ARMADA. 229 The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves; caves : O'er Longleat's towers,* o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down. Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke : And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying And the broad stream of flags and pikes dashed down each And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, And raised in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of * Longleat, in Wiltshire, the seat of the Marquis of Bath. HE WHO WOULD SEARCH FOR PEARLS MUST DIVE BELOW."-DRYDEN. "TRUE AS THE DIAL TO THE SUN, ALTHOUGH IT BE NOT SHINED UPON."-SAMUEL BUTLER. "GO TO YOUR BANQUET, THEN; BUT USE DELIGHT SO AS TO RISE STILL WITH AN APPETITE."-HERRICK. 230 TO KNOW, TO ESTEEM, TO LOVE, AND THEN TO PART, THE SPANISH ARMADA. Southward, from Surrey's pleasant hills, flew those bright High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still; Till the proud Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky Till like volcanoes flared to Heaven the stormy hills of Wales Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of Till, broad and fierce, the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, plain Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And the red glare of Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle. MAKES UP LIFE'S TALE TO MANY A FEELING HEART."-COLERIDGE. "I STROVE WITH NONE, FOR NONE WAS WORTH MY STRIFE; NATURE I LOVED, AND AFTER NATURE, ART."-LANDON. "MEN'S EVIL MANNERS LIVE IN BRASS; THEIR VIRTUES WE WRITE IN WATER."-SHAKSPEARE. 66 OUR WISHES LENGTHEN AS OUR SUN DECLINES."-YOUNG. THE BATTLE OF IVRY. THE BATTLE OF IVRY. JOW glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are ! And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters! For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls Hurrah! hurrah! a single field hath turned the chance of war; Oh! how our hearts were beating when at the dawn of day And good Coligni's hoary hair, all dabbled with his blood; The King is come to marshal us, in all his armour dressed, The Duke of Mayenne, who commanded the army of the League. "6 CONDEMN THE FAULT, BUT NOT THE ACTOR OF IT."-SHAKSPEARE. 231 "HOW FADING ARE THE JOYS WE DOTE UPON LIKE APPARITIONS SEEN AND GONE."-NORRIS. |