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...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE LITANY [TO THE HOLY SPIRIT] by ROBERT HERRICK ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |