The Magazine of History: With Notes and Queries. Extra numbers, Tema 9,Volumen3 -Tema 12,Volumen3W. Abbatt., 1910 |
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Página 73 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main:...
Página 186 - ALAS, and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree?
Página 72 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 89 - I have the honour to acquaint you, for the information of my Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty, that at 5 o'clock PM on the 6th of August last, in latitude 24° 44
Página 73 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, and she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, with all her crew complete ! Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought — his work of glory done.
Página 72 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Página 235 - But succeeding intelligence has tended to manifest the necessity of what has been done, it being now confessed by those who were not inclined to exaggerate the ill conduct of the insurgents, that their malevolence was not pointed merely to a particular law, but that a spirit inimical to all order has actuated many of the offenders.
Página 90 - ... it prudent, though a painful extremity, to surrender His Majesty's ship; nor was this dreadful alternative resorted to till every hope of success was removed, even beyond the reach of chance; nor till, I trust their Lordships will be aware, every effort had been made against the enemy by myself...
Página 81 - We had scarcely finished breakfast before the man at the mast-head shouted : " Sail, ho ! " The captain rushed upon deck, exclaiming: " Mast-head there ! " "Sir?" "Where away is the sail?" The precise answer to this question I do not recollect, but the captain proceeded to ask : " What does she look like ?" " A square-rigged vessel, sir," was the reply of the look-out.
Página 22 - Hearts of oak are our ships, Jolly Tars are our men, We always are ready : Steady, boys, steady : We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.