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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle of the Bight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had I the fabled herb<br>That brought to life the dead,<br>Whom would I dare disturb<br>In his eternal bed?<br>Great Grenville would I wake,<br>And with glad tidings make<br>The soul of mighty Drake<br>Heave up a glorying head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As rose the misty sun,<br>Our men the North Sea scanned,<br>And each rejoicing gun<br>Welcomed a Foe at hand,<br>And thundering its delight,<br>Opened its mouth outright,<br>And bit them in the Bight,<br>The Bight of Helgoland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Captains who could each<br>Do aught but yield or flee;<br>With guns that spake the speech<br>Shall keep this Kingdom free;<br>We hammered to their doom<br>Four Giants mid the gloom,<br>And one to a fiercer tomb<br>Sent blazing down the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, O Drake, sleep well,<br>In days not wholly dire!<br>Grenville, whom nought could quell,<br>Unquenched is still thy fire.<br>And thou that hadst no peer,<br>Nelson! thou need'st not fear:<br>Thy sons and heirs are here,<br>Nor shall they shame their sire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539809" data-title="The Battle of the Bight de William Watson" data-description="Had I the fabled herb That brought to life the dead, Whom would I dare disturb In his eternal bed? Great Grenville would I wake, And with glad tidings make The soul of mighty Drake Heave up a glorying head. As rose the misty sun, Our men the Nort..."></div> </div> </div>
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