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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Victory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony<br>Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,<br>Good tidings of great joy! two gallant ships<br>Met on the element,--they met, they fought<br>A desperate fight!--good tidings of great joy!<br>Old England triumphed! yet another day<br>Of glory for the ruler of the waves!<br>For those who fell, 'twas in their country's cause,<br>They have their passing paragraphs of praise<br>And are forgotten.<br>There was one who died<br>In that day's glory, whose obscurer name<br>No proud historian's page will chronicle.<br>Peace to his honest soul! I read his name,<br>'Twas in the list of slaughter, and blest God<br>The sound was not familiar to mine ear.<br>But it was told me after that this man<br>Was one whom lawful violence had forced<br>From his own home and wife and little ones,<br>Who by his labour lived; that he was one<br>Whose uncorrupted heart could keenly feel<br>A husband's love, a father's anxiousness,<br>That from the wages of his toil he fed<br>The distant dear ones, and would talk of them<br>At midnight when he trod the silent deck<br>With him he valued, talk of them, of joys<br>That he had known--oh God! and of the hour<br>When they should meet again, till his full heart<br>His manly heart at last would overflow<br>Even like a child's with very tenderness.<br>Peace to his honest spirit! suddenly<br>It came, and merciful the ball of death,<br>For it came suddenly and shattered him,<br>And left no moment's agonizing thought<br>On those he loved so well.<br>He ocean deep<br>Now lies at rest. Be Thou her comforter<br>Who art the widow's friend! Man does not know<br>What a cold sickness made her blood run back<br>When first she heard the tidings of the fight;<br>Man does not know with what a dreadful hope<br>She listened to the names of those who died,<br>Man does not know, or knowing will not heed,<br>With what an agony of tenderness<br>She gazed upon her children, and beheld<br>His image who was gone. Oh God! be thou<br>Her comforter who art the widow's friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,
Good tidings of great joy! two gallant ships
Met on the element,--they met, they fought
A desperate fight!--good tidings of great joy!
Old England triumphe..."></div>
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