CHARLES LAMB

Pictured trophies to their grave, And we, churls, to thee deny Thy pretty toys with thee to lie A more harmless vanity?

��THOMAS CAMPBELL

$80. Te Mariners of England

YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas! Whose flag has braved a thousand years

The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again

To match another foe; And sweep through the deep,

While the stormy winds do blow! While the battle rages loud and long

And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers

Shall start from every wave For the deck it was their field of fame,

And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell

Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep,

While the stormy winds do blow! While the battle rages loud and long

And the stormy winds do blow. 67'

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