And in that town a Dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This Dog and Man at first were friends; The Dog, to gain some private ends, Around from all the neighbouring streets The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye; And while they swore the Dog was mad, O, BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily, O. GOLDSMITH. 'O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, And if thou canst that riddle read, Yet sung she, 'Brignall banks are fair, I'd rather rove with Edmund there Than reign our English queen.' A Ranger, lady, winds his horn, His blast is heard at merry morn, Yet sung she, Brignall banks are fair, I would I were with Edmund there, "With burnish'd brand and musketoon, I read you for a bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum.' -'I list no more the tuck of drum, But when the beetle sounds his hum, Yet mickle must the maiden dare, 'Maiden! a nameless life I lead, The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead And when I'm with my comrades met CHORUS Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, Would grace a summer queen. SIR W. SCOTT. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC OF Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, 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 Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime: There was silence deep as death; But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd 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 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; Light the gloom. |