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BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.

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OF Nelson and the North,
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand,
In a bold determined hand,
And the Prince of all the land
Led them on.-

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II.

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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:
As they drifted on their path,
There was silence deep as death ;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time. —

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III.

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But the might of England flush'd
To anticipate the scene;
And her van the fleeter rush'd
O'er the deadly space between.
Hearts of oak!' our captains cried; when each gun

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From its adamantine lips
Spread a death-shade round the ships,
Like the hurricane eclipse
Of the sun. —

IV.

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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 ceased—and all is wail,
As they strike the shatter'd sail;
Or, in conflagration pale,
Light the gloom. –

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V.

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Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd 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;
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King.'-

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VI.

Then Denmark blest our chief
That he gave her wounds repose ;

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And the sounds of joy and grief
From her people wildly rose,
As death withdrew his shades from the day.
While the sun look'd smiling bright
O'er a wide and woful sight,
Where the fires of funeral light
Died away. -

VII.

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Now joy, old England, raise !
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Elsinore !-

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VIII.

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Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride
Once so faithful and so true,
On the deck of fame that died,
With the gallant good Riou :
Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave!
While the billow mournful rolls,
And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing glory to the souls
Of the brave !-

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A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY THE NEW YEAR.

(THE RIVER OF LIFE.]
The more we live, more brief appear

Our life's succeeding stages :
A day to childhood seems a year,

And years like passing ages.

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The gladsome current of our youth,

Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals, lingering like a river smooth

Along its grassy borders.

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But, as the care-worn cheek grows wan,

And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,

Why seem your courses quicker ?
When joys have lost their bloom and breath,

And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of death,

Feel we its tide more rapid ?

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It may be strange-yet who would change

Time's course to slower speeding;
When one by one our friends have gone,

And left our bosoms bleeding ?

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Heaven gives our years of fading strength

Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,

Proportioned to their sweetness.

TO A SKYLARK.

ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky !
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ?
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!

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[To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Mount, daring warbler! that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain :
Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing
All independent of the leafy spring.)

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Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine :
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!

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