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Coffee groves, whose ample shade
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. — Southey.
It was a summer evening,
And he before his cottage-door
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild, Wilhelmine.
86 THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
She saw her brother Peterkin
Which he beside the rivulet,
He came to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
"I find them in the garden,
And often, when I go to plough,
For many thousand men," said he,
"Were slain in that great victory."
"Now tell us what't was all about,"
Young Peterkin he cries;
With wonder-waiting eyes;
"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
But what they killed each other for, I could not well make out.
But everybody said," quoth he,
"That't was a famous victory.
"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
And he was forced to fly;
"With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide;
And new-born baby, died.
"Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good Prince Eugene!""Why, 't was a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he,"It was a famous victory,
"And every body praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win."
THE INCHCAPE ROCK. — Southey.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
88 THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The abbot of Aberbrothok
When the rocks were hid by the surge's swell,
The sun in heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day;
The sea-birds screamed as they wheeled round,
And there was joyance in their sound.
The buoy of the Inchcape bell was seen,
He felt the cheering power of spring,
His eye was on the Inchcape float;
The boat is lowered, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape rock they go;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float.
Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around;Quoth Sir Ralph, — " The next who comes to the rock
Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away;
So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky,
On the deck the Rover takes his stand;
"Can'st hear," said one, "the breakers roar,
They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along; Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock; O Death! it is the Inchcape rock.