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Page 114 - [Poscimur—si quid vacui sub umbra Lusimus tecum, quod et hunc in annum Vivat, et plures ; age, die Latinum Barbite, carmen Lesbio primum modulate civi
Page 55 - And all the way to Calais roads They followed, fought and ran, Till we anchored one night in Calais bight In view of the English van. But at dead of night 'twixt
Page 54 - the feast-day of St. Margaret, Years fifty agone and more, We swept the narrow English seas, And sighted the English shore. All like a mighty crescent moon, Three leagues our galleons spread,
Page 55 - and land, Eight devil-ships did glide; " O the Antwerp fire ! the Antwerp fire ! " The frighted seamen cried. We cast us loose, cut cables, fled ; Drifted into the night; And galleon
Page 8 - that all heart-strings smote, And taught the dullest souls of men to sing. Alas ! her spirit, with white wings outspread, Speeds forth to sing in sunnier climes than ours; O
Page 8 - first note To Philomel's good-night, all strains that float In music atoms on each zephyr's wing, All melody e'er born of earthly thing, Mellowed a thousandfold, from her sweet throat
Page 56 - Mid cannon and thunder and billow's roar, Lightning and fire-ship's flames, Craft crashing, curses and shrieks of men— God help us, and good St. James. Fifty
Page 55 - But the English, small as fishing craft, In front and flank and rear Hung, thick as flies round horses' eyes In the hottest of the year. " Fire not a shot," the Admiral said— So straight for Flanders' shore We steered, with the pirate in our wake, The pirate on before. And all the way to Calais roads The heretics' nimble craft Like dancers deft wheeled right and left,
Page 156 - dark bosom sleep, Save when a swift from edge to edge Skims o'er them in his downward sweep, Or a stone, from some tottering
Page 54 - of Vigo town, Captain of carabineers, By our Lady's love and good St. James, Have lived these fourscore years. Though