The seas of England are our old delight; Let the loud billow of the shingly shore Sing freedom on her breezes evermore To all earth's ships that sailing heave in sight! The gaunt sea-nettle be our fortitude, Sturdily blowing where the clear wave sips; O, be the glory of our men and ships Rapturous, woe-unheeding hardihood! There is great courage in a land that hath Liberty guarded by the unearthly seas; And ev'n to find peace at the last in these How many a sailor hath sailed down to death! Their names are like a splendour in old song; Their record shines like bays along the years; Their jubilation is the cry man hears Sailing sun-fronted the vast deeps among. The seas of England are our old delight; Let the loud billow of the shingly shore Sing freedom on her breezes evermore To all earth's ships that sailing heave in sight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SURSUM CORDA by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT |