LO! the Paynim's pride is broken, Torn and shattered, wings and van, Where we closed, with fiery gun-decks, Plank to plank, and man to man. Where is now vain Uluc-Ali? Fled to sea in shame and fear: And the Pasha's head, grim ensign, Frowns on Spain's avenging spear. Slaves are free, who toiled in galleys: -- Pitying God, thy grace alone Saved them by the threefold succors In the bond of truth made one. Victory! let the shout in thunder Roll afar to seas and sky; Memory waft it on, and Glory Wake her trump with "Victory." Glory waits on thy returning, John of Austria, to the sound Of the cannon's voice, and clarions, Heard these sea-girt isles around, Where all fiery red with slaughter Breaks the bubbling foam and spray; Smouldering spars and turbans floating Crowd each cove and inland bay. Victory speak each blazing beacon, Victory speak each booming gun! Victory speak each rock and headland By the Christian victors won! Victory! let the shout in thunder Roll afar to seas and sky; Memory waft it on, and Glory Wake her trump with "Victory." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON (IN MEMORIAM - SIR JOHN SIMEON) by ALFRED TENNYSON SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON LI HUA'S MESSENGER by PETER BETHANIS THE LIFE THAT IS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT NIGHT by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS |