Like Leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line; It was ten of April morn, by the chime, But the might of England flushed And her van the fleeter rushed 66 O'er the deadly space between. Hearts of Oak!" our captains cried, when each gun, From its adamantine lips, Spread a death-shade the ships, Like hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane, To our cheering, sent us back. Their shots along the deep slowly boom :— Then cease and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then, As he hailed them o'er the wave: "Ye are brothers! Ye are men! And we conquer but to save; So peace instead of death let us bring; To our king." Then Denmark bless'd our chief, As death withdrew his shades from the day; Now joy, Old England, raise For the tidings of thy might, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light! By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride On the deck of fame that died- Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave! CAMPBELL. TRAFALGAR. 'TWAS at the close of that dark morn Of pride that one short day should show Of grief, the deepest tenderest grief U Sad was the eve of that great day; All shaken in the conflict past, The navies fear'd the tempest loud—. The gale that shook the groaning mast, The wave that struck the straining shroud. By passing gleams of sullen light The worn and weary seamen view'd Their blood-gain'd prizes of the fight Go foundering from the awful feud. And oft, as drown'd men's screams were heard, And mourn'd some British seamen drown'd. And oft they cried-as memory told Through three short days and three long nights, They struggl'd 'gainst the gale's stern force, And sank the trophies of their fights, And thought of that dear hero's corse. But when the fairer morn arose, Bright o'er the still tumultuous main; They saw no wrecks 'cept those of foes, No ruin but of France and Spain. And, victors now of winds and seas, Breasting the ocean at their ease, And now they cried because they found He died with many a hundred bold Yes, by their memories !-by all The honours which their tomb surround, Then give them each a hero's grave, With no weak tears, no woman's sighs; Theirs was the death-bed of the brave, And heroic be their obsequies. Haul not your colours from on high, And let your conquering cannon roar— That every kindling soul may learn ANONYMOUS. THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE. On board the Shannon frigate,1 In the merry month of May, Four hundred and forty men had she, 1 Of thirty-eight guns. 'Twas Captain Broke1 commanded us,- To the captain 2 of the Chesapeake, Our captain says "Brave Lawrence, But 'tis to prove to all the world "Don't think, my noble captain, No! we will fight like heroes, That challenge was accepted; Broadside for broadside quick From echoing shore to shore. This dreadful duel lasted Near a quarter-of-an-hour; Then the Chesapeake drove right aboard, And put her in our power. Our captain went to their ship's side When he beheld the enemy's men, Who from their guns did fly. 1 Sir Philip Bowes Vere Broke; he came of an old Suffolk family, was made a baronet, then a Rear-Admiral and a K. C. B. for this action. 2 James Lawrence, who had previously commanded the Hornet, with which he had sunk the Peacock and done other damage to British ships. 3 June 1, 1813. |