Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Campbell. 17741844580. Ye Mariners of England
YE Mariners of England | |
That guard our native seas! | |
Whose flag has braved a thousand years | |
The battle and the breeze! | |
Your glorious standard launch again | 5 |
To match another foe; | |
And sweep through the deep, | |
While the stormy winds do blow! | |
While the battle rages loud and long | |
And the stormy winds do blow. | 10 |
The spirits of your fathers | |
Shall start from every wave— | |
For the deck it was their field of fame, | |
And Ocean was their grave: | |
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell | 15 |
Your manly hearts shall glow, | |
As ye sweep through the deep, | |
While the stormy winds do blow! | |
While the battle rages loud and long | |
And the stormy winds do blow. | 20 |
Britannia needs no bulwarks, | |
No towers along the steep; | |
Her march is o’er the mountain-waves, | |
Her home is on the deep. | |
The thunders from her native oak | 25 |
She quells the floods below, | |
As they roar on the shore, | |
When the stormy winds do blow! | |
When the battle rages loud and long, | |
And the stormy winds do blow. | 30 |
The meteor flag of England | |
Shall yet terrific burn; | |
Till danger’s troubled night depart | |
And the star of peace return. | |
Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! | 35 |
Our song and feast shall flow | |
To the fame of your name, | |
When the storm has ceased to blow! | |
When the fiery fight is heard no more, | |
And the storm has ceased to blow. | 40 |