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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Admiral's Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell you a tale to-night<br>Which a seaman told to me, <br>With eyes that gleamed in the lanthorn light<br>And a voice as low as the sea.<br> <br>You could almost hear the stars<br>Twinkling up in the sky, <br>And the old wind woke and moaned in the spars<br>And the same old waves went by.<br> <br>Singing the same old song<br>As ages and ages ago, <br>While he froze my blood in that deep-sea night<br>With the things he seemed to know.<br> <br>A bare foot pattered on deck; <br>Ropes creaked; then-all grew still, <br>And he pointed his finger straight in my face<br>And growled, as a sea-dog will.<br> <br>'Do 'ee know who Nelson was? <br>That pore little shrivelled form<br>With the patch on his eye and the pinned-up sleeve<br>And a soul like a North Sea storm? <br> <br>'Ask of the Devonshire men! <br>They know, and they'll tell you true; <br>He wasn't the pore little chawed-up chap<br>That Hardy thought he knew.<br> <br>'He wasn't the man you think! <br>His patch was a dern disguise! <br>For he knew that they'd find him out, d'you see, <br>If they looked him in both his eyes.<br> <br>'He was twice as big as he seemed; <br>But his clothes were cunningly made.<br>He'd both of his hairy arms alright! <br>The sleeve was a trick of the trade.<br> <br>'You've heard of sperrits, no doubt; <br>Well there's more in the matter than that! <br>But he wasn't the patch and he wasn't the sleeve, <br>And he wasn't the laced cocked-hat.<br> <br>'Nelson was just-a Ghost! <br>You may laugh! But the Devonshire men<br>They knew that he'd come when England called, <br>And they know that he'll come again.<br> <br>'I'll tell you the way it was<br>(For none of the landsmen know) , <br>And to tell it you right, you must go a-starn<br>Two hundred years or so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The waves were lapping and slapping<br>The same as they are today; <br>And Drake lay dying aboard his ship<br>In Nobre Dios Bay.<br> <br>'The scent of foreign flowers<br>Came floating all around; <br>'But I'd give my soul for the smell o' the pitch, '<br>Says he, 'in Plymouth Sound.<br> <br>''What shall I do, ' he says, <br>'When the guns begin to roar, <br>An' England wants me, and me not there<br>To shatter 'er fores once more? '<br> <br>'(You've heard what he said, maybe, <br>But I'll mark you the p'ints again; <br>For I want you to box your compass right<br>And get my story plain.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' 'You must take my drum', he says, <br>'To the old sea-wall at home; <br>And if ever you strike that drum, ' he says, <br>'Why, strike me blind, I'll come! <br> <br>''If England needs me, dead<br>Or living, I'll rise that day! <br>I'll rise from the darkness under the sea<br>Ten thousand miles away.'<br> <br>'That's what he said; and he died; <br>An' his pirates, listenin' roun'<br>With their crimson doublets and jewelled swords<br>That flashed as the sun went down.<br> <br>'They sewed him up in his shroud<br>With a round-shot top and toe, <br>To sink him under the salt-sharp sea<br>Where all good seamen go.<br> <br>'They lowered him down in the deep, <br>And there in the sunset light<br>They boomed a broadside over his grave, <br>As meaning to say 'Good night.'<br> <br>'They sailed away in the dark<br>To the dear little isle they knew; <br>And they hung his drum by the old sea-wall<br>The same as he told them to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Two hundred years went by, <br>And the guns began to roar, <br>And England was fighting hard for her life, <br>As ever she fought of yore.<br> <br>''It's only my dead that count, '<br>She said, as she says today; <br>'It isn't the ships and it isn't the guns<br>'Ull sweep Trafalgar's Bay.'<br> <br>'D'you guess who Nelson was? <br>You may laugh, but it's true as true! <br>There was more in that pore little chawed-up chap<br>Than ever his best friend knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The foe was creepin' close, <br>In the dark, to our white-cliffed isle; <br>They were ready to leap at England's throat, <br>When-O, you may smile, you may smile; <br> <br>'But-ask of the Devenshire men; <br>For they heard in the dead of night<br>The roll of a drum, and they saw him pass<br>On a ship all shining white.<br> <br>'He stretched out his dead cold face<br>And he sailed in the grand old way! <br>The fishes had taken an eye and his arm, <br>But he swept Trafalgar's Bay.<br> <br>'Nelson-was Francis Drake! <br>O, what matters the uniform, <br>Or the patch on your eye or your pinned-up sleeve, <br>If your soul's like a North Sea storm? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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Which a seaman told to me, 
With eyes that gleamed in the lanthorn light
And a voice as low as the sea.
 
You could almost hear the stars
Twinkling up in the sky, 
And the old wind woke and moaned in the spars
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