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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walcheren Expedition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye brave, enduring Englishmen,<br>Who dash through fire and flood, <br>And spend with equal thoughtlessness<br>Your money and your blood,<br>I sing of that black season,<br>Which all true hearts deplore,<br>When ye lay,<br>Night and day, <br>Upon Walcheren's swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Twas in the summer's sunshine<br>Your mighty host set sail,<br>With valour in each longing heart<br>And vigour in the gale;<br>The Frenchman dropp'd his laughter,<br>The Fleming's thoughts grew sore, <br>As ye came <br>In your fame<br>To the dark and swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But foul delays encompass'd ye<br>More dang'rous than the foe,<br>As Antwerp's town and its guarded fleet<br>Too well for Britons know;<br>One spot alone ye conquer'd<br>With hosts unknown of yore; <br>And your might <br>Day and night,<br>Lay still on the swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In vain your dauntless mariners<br>Mourn'd ev'ry moment lost,<br>In vain your soldiers threw their eyes<br>In flame to the hostile coast;<br>The fire of gallant aspects<br>Was doom'd to be no more, <br>And your fame <br>Sunk with shame<br>In the dark and the swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye died not in the triumphing<br>Of the battle-shaken flood,<br>Ye died not on the charging field<br>In the mingle of brave blood;<br>But 'twas in wasting fevers<br>Full three months and more, <br>Britons born, <br>Pierc'd with scorn,<br>Lay at rot on the swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No ship came o'er to bring relief,<br>No orders came to save;<br>But DEATH stood there and never stirr'd,<br>Still counting for the grave.<br>They lay down, and they linger'd,<br>And died with feelings sore, <br>And the waves <br>Pierc'd their graves<br>Thro' the dark and the swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh England! Oh my Countrymen!<br>Ye ne'er shall thrive again,<br>Till freed from Councils obstinate<br>Of mercenary men.<br>So toll for the six thousand<br>Whose miseries are o'er, <br>Where the deep, <br>To their sleep,<br>Bemoans on the swampy shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Henry+Leigh+Hunt">James Henry Leigh Hunt</a><div class=q>
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Who dash through fire and flood, 
And spend with equal thoughtlessness
Your money and your blood,
I sing of that black season,
Which all true hearts deplore,
When ye lay,
Night and day, 
Upon Walcheren's swampy shore..."></div>
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