New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1871-03-10


OF The CorHhW Magazine the following new poem by
Robert Browning, of which we have already made men
ton;
NERVE REL.
ny ROBERT BROWNING.
ON the sea and AT Hogue sixteen hundred nnetywo
Did the English fight the Frcnct-woe 10 France! .
And the thrtyfrs OF May, helterskelter through the
Like crowd OF frightened PROPOSES shoal of sharks
Came crowdnr ship on ship 10 St Malo the Rance,
With the English fleet III view
Twas the squadron escaped with the victor in full
Firt and foremost he drove, in his great ship Dam
Close on him fed, great and small,
And they ,ignalcd to the place
d" Help the winners of a race
Get Ms guidance give harbor, take MS quick-Or,
Here's the English can and VIII"
Then the pilots place put out brisk and eaped on
why what hope or chance have ships like these to
pass :" laughed they -. -, .,o os..,..
scared and scored,
shall Formidable here with her twelve and eighty
Think to make the riyermouth by the single narrow
Trust 10 enter where It's tcksh for craft OF twenty
And with How at full besdel
Now It's slackest ebb of tide.
Reach the mOoringi Rather say,
While rock stands or water runs,
Not ship viii leave the bay!
Then was called council straight;
Bricf and bitter the debate:
Heres the English at heels; would you have them
All that's left us of the feet linked together stern aud
| For a prIle TO Plymouth soundi
/ Better run the ships aground"
| (Ended Damirey vile his speeeh)
| " Not "A minute more To wait
Shove ashore then blow UP, burn the vessels on 'he
| France must undergo her fate"
"Gve the word! - But no such word
/ Was. q
For np stood for out stepped for in struck amid all
A captaini lieutenant mae-irst, second. thfrdt
! No such man OF mark and meet
With his betters 10 compete!
But a simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourylle Tor
4 poor eoasting pilot he Herve Croisickese.
And what mockery or malice have We here e. cries
Are You mad YOU Malouins Are you towards,
TAX 10 me Of rocks and shoals me who took the sound
nm In9 sSc c everv hank every shallow every swell
Twxt the ofing mere and Greve where the river dis
Are yon bought by English goldi Is it love the yings
Morn and eve, night and day.
rp,rrad frep and anchored last at the foot Of sodor
Burn the fleet. and ruin France That were worse
sirS' they know speak the truth sirs, believe me
! there's way!
| Only let me lead the line.
| Have the biggest ship 10 steer,
! Get This Formidable clear
| Make the others follow nine ,,
Aud lead them most ana least 10y u passage hh""
Riript 10 solidor past Grove,
! And there lay them safe ANA sound
| And if one ship mishchaye-
Keel SO much A. crate me ground - ,.,,., IL,
I WHY, I've nothing but my life: here's my head! cries
| UcTNe lde.
! Not a minute more wait
| seer u in then. small and great!
Take the helm. lead the line. save the squadron cried
Captains, give the sailorplace!
lie Is admiral, in brief.
4 tpa North vii a.
! see the noble fellows face
| A the big ship With bound
Keeps the passage inch of way the wide seas
see safe through shoal and rock,
Not ship that misbehayes, not keel that CRATES the
Not . spar that comes to grief!
| Tie peril see, is past
! All are harbored 10 the last
And just Hcry6 Rcl holas anchor sure MS tate,
/ Up the English come, too late.
! So the storm subsidies to calm:
/ 1hey see tie green trees
! on The nights OVERLOOKING Greve:
/ Hearts that hed are ~tanched with balm
Just our rapture Ia enhance.
/ Let the English rake the bay,
/ Gnash their teeth and glare askaDcc
| A. they cdnnonade away
Meath rampred solidor pleasant riding the Rance -
How hope succeeds despair on each captains counte-
! Outhurst all with one accord.
! "Thls is Paradise for Hell!
let France, Jet Frances King
Thank the man that did the thing"
| What shout; and all one word
/ HcrNe Rel"
10 he stepped in front more,
Not symptom Of surprise
] In the frank blue Breton eyes,
just the as before.
Then said Damfrcvillc, MY friend,
must speak out at the end
! Though lind the speaking hard
Praise Is deeper than the lips
/ You have saved the king ms ships,
/ Nou must name your own reward.
! Faith, our sun was near eclipse!
! Dcmaud wl!dts.'er yOu win,
/ Fiaucr remains your debtor st.
X or IN not
DdmireNile."
Then q beam of fun outbroke
/ on the bearded mouth thai spoke,
| A. the honest heart laughed through
| Those frank eyes Of Breton blue:
| - Siuc, 4 needs must say my say.
| since on board tne duiys DONE
And from MalO Roads 20 COisic Point What is n lint
run!-
] since Ms ask and have, may
/ since the others 20 ashore
] Come! 4 good whole holiday!
Leave 20 and see my wife. whom cail the Belle
! Thai he asked and that he go-Hothing more
! Name and deed alike are lost;
, Not a uliar post
/ In his Cf0isi" Keeps alive me leat ne u beieni
MOI "A head ia white aud biack
! ON "A single fishiDg -sinack,
In memory of the but for whom bad gone To wraek
M mai France saved from thc tight whence England
bore the bell.
4 Go TO Paris; rank on rank . a
/ Search the heroes flung pcli-lheh
! On the Louvre, face ANA nhllk - -. . ~,
/ You shall look long enough ere you come ~ nerve
Rel.
So for better and for worse,
| Herye Rel, accept my verse -
| In nv verse Herye Kel do th0n once mort . A., ~,
Save the squadron, honor France love my "Ho 'ne oco