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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle of the Baltic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Nelson and the North <br>Sing the glorious day's renown, <br>When to battle fierce came forth <br>All the might of Denmark's crown, <br>And her arms along the deep proudly shone;<br>By each gun the lighted brand <br>In a bold determined hand, <br>And the Prince of all the land <br>Led them on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like leviathans afloat <br>Lay their bulwarks on the brine, <br>While the sign of battle flew <br>On the lofty British line: <br>It was ten of April morn by the chime: <br>As they drifted on their path <br>There was silence deep as death, <br>And the boldest held his breath <br>For a time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the might of England flush'd <br>To anticipate the scene; <br>And her van the fleeter rush'd <br>O'er the deadly space between: <br>'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried, when each gun <br>From its adamantine lips <br>Spread a death-shade round the ships, <br>Like the hurricane eclipse <br>Of the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again! again! again! <br>And the havoc did not slack, <br>Till a feeble cheer the Dane <br>To our cheering sent us back;— <br>Their shots along the deep slowly boom:— <br>Then ceased—and all is wail, <br>As they strike the shatter'd sail, <br>Or in conflagration pale <br>Light the gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out spoke the victor then <br>As he hail'd them o'er the wave: <br>'Ye are brothers! ye are men! <br>And we conquer but to save:— <br>So peace instead of death let us bring: <br>But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, <br>With the crews, at England's feet, <br>And make submission meet <br>To our King.'... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now joy, old England, raise! <br>For the tidings of thy might, <br>By the festal cities' blaze, <br>Whilst the wine-cup shines in light! <br>And yet amidst that joy and uproar, <br>Let us think of them that sleep <br>Full many a fathom deep, <br>By thy wild and stormy steep, <br>Elsinore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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Sing the glorious day's renown, 
When to battle fierce came forth 
All the might of Denmark's crown, 
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand 
In a bold determined hand, 
And the Prince of ..."></div>
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