And her arms along the deep proudly shone; In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; 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 O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak! our captains cried; when each gun, From its adamantine lips, Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havock did not slack, Till a feeble cheer, the Dane, Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased—and all is wail, Out spoke the victor then, As he hailed them o'er the wave; Then Denmark bless'd our chief, As death withdrew his shades from the day; O'er a wide and woful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! While the wine-cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, CAMPBELL, WH 35. BOADICEA. HEN the British warrior Queen, Sought with an indignant mien Sage beneath the spreading oak "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish-write that word "Rome, for empire far renown'd, "Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; "Then the progeny that springs Shall a wider world command. "Regions Cæsar never knew Such the bard's prophetic words She, with all a monarch's pride, "Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due: Empire is on us bestow'd, Shame and ruin wait for you." COWPER. THER 36. THE BUILDERS. [AN EASTERN LEGEND.] HERE'S an isle far off, under India's skies, Where the mariner oft at eve descries, When the heavens are calm, and the winds asleep, Dark ruins beneath the shining deep, Of towers up-built, as the tale is told, By Lords of that isle, in days of old; Who, aping the Babel-builders' skill, Heap'd stone on stone, aspiring still, Till, lodged aloft on their piles of pride, Earth, sea, and heaven, these Lords defied. But little they knew, when towering so, In vain did the wise, whose prescient ear It was all in vain-unmoved they stood, |