The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-04-06
TENNTSON,S NEW POEM.

The new number of the Nineteenth Centitrs
opens with poem from the pen of Mr.. Ten
nyson, entitled: 1.-THE Revenge: a Ballad oil
the Fleet Mr.. Tennyson's poem begins
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenvill,
lay, r
from far away:
Spanish ships. of war at sea! we have sighted
tfty-threeW
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: Fore Goo
am no coward
But cannot meet them here, for my ships are
out of gear,
And the half my men sick. must fly, but
follow quick.
We are six ships of the line; can we fight with
hfty-three?"
Then spake Sir Richard Granville: II know YOU
are no coward;
You fly them for moment to fight with them
But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick
ashore.
should count myself coward if left them,
my Lord Howard
To these lnquisition dogs and the devildoms of
Spain"
Lord Howard passes away, and Sir Richard
GrenVille is left with his own ship, containing
ninety sick men and a hundred seamen fit to
work the ship and to fight. They encounter
the Spanish fleet, one to fifty-three s-r
And the sun went down, and the stars came out
Tar over the summer sea,
But never moment ceased the fight of the one
Ship after ship the whole night long, their high
built galleons came,
Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her
battle-thunder and flame;
snip after ship, the whole night long, drew back
with her dead and her shame.
For some were sunk and many were shatterd
and so could fight more
God OF battles, was ever battle like this in the
world before?
For he said: Fight on! fight onr'
Tho his vessel was all but wreck:
ana IL chanced that, when half of the summer
night was gone,
With grisly wound to be dressed he had left the
deck,
But bullet struck him that was dressing it sud-
And himself he, was wounded again in the side
and the head,
And he said: Fight on! fight onr'
And the night went down, and the sun smiled
out far over the summer sea-
And the Spanish feet with broken sides Law round
all in a ring;
But they dared not touch us again, for they fear
that we still could sting,
30 they watch what the end would be.
The end was not doubtful, and Sir Richard
Grenville had his way of encountering it,
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner-sink her,
split her in twain!
Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands
of SPAIN
But the crew were of less heroic mood, for
:, the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to
the foe.n
And the stately Spanish men to their flagship
bore him then,
Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Rich
ard caught at last,
And they praised him to his face with their court
ly foreign grace;
But he rose upon their decks, and he cried:
have fought for Queen and Faith like valiant
man and true;
l have only done my duty as man is bound to
With a joyful spirit l, Sir Richard Granville
dier'
And he fell upon their decks, and he died.
And they stared at the dead that had been so
valiant and true,
And had holden the power and glory of Spain so
cheap
That he dared her with one little ship and his
English few;
Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught
they knew,
But they sank his body with honor down into
the deep.
And they mann'd the " Revenge" with swarthier
And away she said with her loss and longd for
her own;
When wind from the lands they had ruin'd
awoke from sleep,
And the water began to heave and the weather
to moan,
And or ever that evening ended great gale
blew,
And wave like the wave that is raised by an
earthquake grew,
I'LL 1t smOte on their bulls and their sails and
their masts and their flags,
And the who lie sea plunged and fell on the shot
shattered navy of Spain,
And the little Revenge" herself went down by
the island crags
10 be lost evermore in the main.