THE JUVENILE POETICAL LIBRARY. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. BY THOMAS CAMPBELL. 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 To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave!· For the deck it was their field of fame, B Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. TO THE CUCKOO. BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard, O Cuckoo, shall I call thee Bird, While I am lying on the grass, To me no babbler, with a tale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou tellest, Cuckoo! in the vale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird; but an invisible thing, A voice-a mystery. The same who in my school-boy days I listen'd to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee often I did rove Through woods and on the green; And I can listen to thee yet; O blessed Bird! the earth we pace That is fit home for thee. CASABIANCA. BY MRS. HEMANS. [Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the Admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the battle of the Nile) after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.] THE boy stood on the burning deck, The flame that lit the battle's wreck Sh one round him o'er the dead. |