Then glory to His holy name, from whom all When glories are; Banners are And glory to our Sovereign Lord, King Henry Waving of Navarre! THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD MACAULAY. On the Loss of the Royal George Written when the News Arrived, September, 1782. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His work of glory done. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er, And he and his eight hundred Must plough the waves no more. WILLIAM COWPER. The Charge of the Light Brigade Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Some one had blundered; Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Rode the six hundred. When Banners are Waving When Banners are Waving Flashed all their sabres bare, All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery smoke, Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered. Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? Oh, the wild charge they made! Honor the charge they made! Noble six hundred! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. When Banners are Waving Bannockburn Robert Bruce's Address to his Army. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Let him follow me! |