Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DRAGON OF THE SEAS, by THOMAS NELSON PAGE Poet's Biography First Line: They say the spanish ships are out Last Line: Has waked to life again. Subject(s): Navy - Spain; Spanish-american War (1898); Spanish Navy | ||||||||
THEY say the Spanish ships are out To seize the Spanish main; Reach down the volume, boy, and read The story o'er again. How when the Spaniard had the might, He drenched the earth, like rain, With human blood, and made it death To sail the Spanish main. With torch and steel, and stake and rack, He trampled out all truce, Until Queen Bess her leashes slipt, And turned her sea-dogs loose. God! how they sprang! And how they tore! The Grenvilles, Hawkins, Drake! Remember, boy, they were your sires! They made the Spaniard quake. They sprang, like lions, for their prey, Straight for the throat, amain! By twos, by scores, where'er they caught They fought the ships of Spain. When Spain, in dark Ulloa's bay, Broke doubly-plighted faith, Bold Hawkins fought his way through fire For great Elizabeth. A bitter malt Spain brewed that day -- She drained it to the lees; Her faithless guns that morn awoke The Dragon of the Seas. From sea to sea he ravaged far, A scourge with flaming breath -- Where'er the Spaniard sailed his ships Sailed Francis Drake and Death. No port was safe against his ire, Secure no furthest shore; The fairest day oft sank in fire Before the Dragon's roar. He made th' Atlantic surges red Round every Spanish keel; Piled Spanish decks with Spanish dead, The noblest of Castile. From Del Fuego's beetling coast To sleety Hebrides, He hounded down the Spanish host, And swept the flaming seas. He fought till on Spain's inmost lakes 'Mid orange bowers set, La Mancha's daughters feared to sail Lest they the Dragon met. King Philip, of his raven reft, As forfeit claimed his head. The great Queen laughed his wrath to scorn, And knighted Drake instead, And gave him ships and sent him forth To clear the Spanish main For England and for England's brood, And sink the fleets of Spain. And well he wrought his mighty work, Till on that fatal day, He met his only conqueror, In Nombre Dios Bay. There, in his shotted hammock swung, Amid the surges' sweep, He waits the lookouts' signal Across the quiet deep. And dreams of dark Ulloa's bay And Spanish treachery; And how he tracked Magellan far Across the unknown sea. But if Spain fires a single shot Upon the Spanish main, She'll come to deem the Dragon dead Has waked to life again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPAIN'S LAST ARMADA by WALLACE RICE THE SAILING OF THE FLEET by ANONYMOUS UNCLE GABE'S WHITE FOLKS by THOMAS NELSON PAGE THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |
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