Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between?
Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844)
Source: Pleasures of Hope, 1799
Contributed by: Zaady
Ye Mariners of England, That guard our native sons; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Source: Ye Mariners of England, 1800
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
Source: Battle of the Baltic
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
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