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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,<br>Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:<br>But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome<br>Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:<br>For this rich load, of which so proud they are,<br>Was rais'd by Tyranny, and rais'd for war;<br>Every capatious Gallions womb was fill'd,<br>With what the Womb of wealthy Kingdomes yield,<br>The new Worlds wounded Intails they had tore,<br>For wealth wherewith to wound the old once more.<br>Wealth which all others Avarice might cloy,<br>But yet in them caus'd as much fear, as Joy.<br>For now upon the Main, themselves they saw,<br>That boundless Empire, where you give the law,<br>Of winds and waters rage, they fearful be,<br>But much more fearful are your Flags to see<br>Day, that to these who sail upon the deep,<br>More wish't for, and more welcome is then sleep,<br>They dreaded to behold, Least the Sun's light,<br>With English Streamers, should salute their sight:<br>In thickest darkness they would choose to steer,<br>So that such darkness might suppress their fear;<br>At length theirs vanishes, and fortune smiles;<br>For they behold the sweet Canary Isles.<br>One of which doubtless is by Nature blest<br>Above both Worlds, since 'tis above the rest.<br>For least some Gloominess might stain her sky,<br>Trees there the duty of the Clouds supply;<br>O noble Trust which Heaven on this Isle poures,<br>Fertile to be, yet never need her showres.<br>A happy People, which at once do gain<br>The benefits without the ills of rain.<br>Both health and profit, Fate cannot deny;<br>Where still the Earth is moist, the Air still dry;<br>The jarring Elements no discord know,<br>Fewel and Rain together kindly grow;<br>And coolness there, with heat doth never fight,<br>This only rules by day, and that by Night.<br>Your worth to all these Isles, a just right brings,<br>The best of Lands should have the best of Kings.<br>And these want nothing Heaven can afford,<br>Unless it be, the having you their Lord;<br>But this great want, will not along one prove,<br>Your Conquering Sword will soon that want remove.<br>For Spain had better, Shee'l ere long confess,<br>Have broken all her Swords, then this one Peace,<br>Casting that League off, which she held so long,<br>She cast off that which only made her strong.<br>Forces and art, she soon will feel, are vain,<br>Peace, against you, was the sole strength of Spain.<br>By that alone those Islands she secures,<br>Peace made them hers, but War will make them yours;<br>There the indulgent Soil that rich Grape breeds,<br>Which of the Gods the fancied drink exceeds;<br>They still do yield, such is their pretious mould,<br>All that is good, and are not curst with Gold.<br>With fatal Gold, for still where that does grow,<br>Neither the Soyl, nor People quiet know.<br>Which troubles men to raise it when 'tis Oar,<br>And when 'tis raised, does trouble them much more.<br>Ah, why was thither brought that cause of War,<br>Kind Nature had from thence remov'd so far.<br>In vain doth she those Islands free from Ill,<br>If fortune can make guilty what she will.<br>But whilst I draw that Scene, where you ere long,<br>Shall conquests act, your present are unsung,<br>For Sanctacruze the glad Fleet takes her way,<br>And safely there casts Anchor in the Bay.<br>Never so many with one joyful cry,<br>That place saluted, where they all must dye.<br>Deluded men! Fate with you did but sport,<br>You scap't the Sea, to perish in your Port.<br>'Twas more for Englands fame you should dye there,<br>Where you had most of strength, and least of fear.<br>The Peek's proud height, the Spaniards all admire,<br>Yet in their brests, carry a pride much higher.<br>Onely to this vast hill a power is given,<br>At once both to Inhabit Earth and Heaven.<br>But this stupendious Prospect did not neer,<br>Make them admire, so much as as they did fear.<br>For here they met with news, which did produce,<br>A grief, above the cure of Grapes best juice.<br>They learn'd with Terrour, that nor Summers heat,<br>Nor Winters storms, had made your Fleet retreat.<br>To fight against such Foes, was vain they knew,<br>Which did the rage of Elements subdue.<br>Who on the Ocean that does horror give,<br>To all besides, triumphantly do live.<br>With hast they therefore all their Gallions moar,<br>And flank with Cannon from the Neighbouring shore.<br>Forts, Lines, and Sconces all the Bay along,<br>They build and act all that can make them strong.<br>Fond men who know not whilst such works they raise,<br>They only Labour to exalt your praise.<br>Yet they by restless toyl, because at Length,<br>So proud and confident of their made strength.<br>That they with joy their boasting General heard,<br>Wish then for that assault he lately fear'd.<br>His wish he has, for now undaunted Blake,<br>With winged speed, for Sanctacruze does make.<br>For your renown, his conquering Fleet does ride,<br>Ore Seas as vast as is the Spaniards pride.<br>Whose Fleet and Trenches view'd, he soon did say,<br>We to their Strength are more obilg'd then they.<br>Wer't not for that, they from their Fate would run,<br>And a third World seek out our Armes to shun.<br>Those Forts, which there, so high and strong appear,<br>Do not so much suppress, as shew their fear.<br>Of Speedy Victory let no man doubt,<br>Our worst works past, now we have found them out.<br>Behold their Navy does at Anchor lye,<br>And they are ours, for now they cannot fly.<br>This said, the whole Fleet gave it their applause,<br>And all assumes your courage, in your cause.<br>That Bay they enter, which unto them owes,<br>The noblest wreaths, that Victory bestows.<br>Bold Stainer Leads, this Fleets design'd by fate,<br>To give him Lawrel, as the Last did Plate.<br>The Thund'ring Cannon now begins the Fight,<br>And though it be at Noon, creates a Night.<br>The Air was soon after the fight begun,<br>Far more enflam'd by it, then by the Sun.<br>Never so burning was that Climate known,<br>War turn'd the temperate, to the Torrid Zone.<br>Fate these two Fleets, between both Worlds had brought.<br>Who fight, as if for both those Worlds they fought.<br>Thousands of wayes, Thousands of men there dye,<br>Some Ships are sunk, some blown up in the skie.<br>Nature never made Cedars so high a Spire,<br>As Oakes did then. Urg'd by the active fire.<br>Which by quick powders force, so high was sent,<br>That it return'd to its own Element.<br>Torn Limbs some leagues into the Island fly,<br>Whilst others lower, in the Sea do lye.<br>Scarce souls from bodies sever'd are so far,<br>By death, as bodies there were by the War.<br>Th'all-seeing Sun, neer gaz'd on such a sight,<br>Two dreadful Navies there at Anchor Fight.<br>And neither have, or power, or will to fly,<br>There one must Conquer, or there both must dye.<br>Far different Motives yet, engag'd them thus,<br>Necessity did them, but Choice did us.<br>A choice which did the highest forth express,<br>And was attended by as high success.<br>For your resistless genious there did Raign,<br>By which we Laurels reapt ev'n on the Mayn.<br>So prosperous Stars, though absent to the sence,<br>Bless those they shine for, by their Influence.<br>Our Cannon now tears every Ship and Sconce,<br>And o're two Elements Triumphs at once.<br>Their Gallions sunk, their wealth the Sea does fill,<br>The only place where it can cause no ill,<br>Ah would those Treasures which both Indies have,<br>Were buryed in as large, and deep a grave,<br>Wars chief support with them would buried be,<br>And the Land owe her peace unto the Sea.<br>Ages to come, your conquering Arms will bless,<br>There they destroy, what had destroy'd their Peace.<br>And in one War the present age may boast,<br>The certain seeds of many Wars are lost,<br>All the Foes Ships destroy'd, by Sea or fire,<br>Victorious Blake, does from the Bay retire,<br>His Seige of Spain he then again pursues,<br>And there first brings of his success the news;<br>The saddest news that ere to Spain was brought,<br>Their rich Fleet sunk, and ours with Lawrel fraught.<br>Whilst fame in every place, her Trumpet blowes,<br>And tells the World, how much to you it owes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:
For this rich load, of which so proud they are,
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