Ye fair, retreat! Your drooping flowers need The clear cerulean prospect down the vale. Happy the man, who truly loves his home, HURDIS. CHAPTER XXXIX. THE GARDEN OF EDEN. BENEATH him, with new wonder, now he views, In narrow room Nature's whole wealth, yea more, Pass'd underneath engulf'd; for God had thrown Ran nectar, worthy of paradise, which not vile art A happy rural seat of various view; Groves where rich trees wept od'rous gums and balm, If true, here only, and of delicious taste : Led on th' eternal spring. Not that fair field Was gather'd, which cost Ceres all that pain Of Eden strive; nor that Nyseian isle Young Bacchus, from his step-dame Rhea's eye; MILTON. CHAPTER XL. THE SPANISH ARMADA. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day, There came a gallant merchant ship full sail to Plymouth Bay, Her crew had seen Castille's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves, lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace, But the tall Pinta, till the noon had held her close in chase; Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall, The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgcomb's lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur, rode inland many a post. * * * * * With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old Sheriff comes, And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look, how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down; So stalk'd he when he turn'd to flight on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield ! So glared he when at Agincourt, in wrath he turned at bay, And crush'd and torn, beneath his paws, the princely hunters lay. Ilo! strike the flag staff deep, Sir Knight! ho! scatter flowers, fair maids. Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute! ho! gallants, draw your blades ! Thou sun shine on joyously-ye breezes waft her wide- fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kiss'd that haughty scroll of gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be ; From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lyme to Mil ford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east, and swift to west, the warning radiance spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone-it shone on Beechy Head; Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire; The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves, The rugged miners pour'd to war from Mendip's sunless caves; O'er Longleat's tow'rs, o'er Cranbourn's oaks, the fiery herald flew, And roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu ; Right quick and sharp the bells, all night, rang out from Bristol town, And ere the day, three thousand horse had met on Clifton Down. The sentinel on Whitehall Gate look'd forth unto the night, And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of bloodred light; The bugle's note, and cannon's roar, the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke; At once, on all her stately gates, arose the answering fires At once the wild alarum clash'd from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower peel'd loud the voice of fear, And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurry ing feet, And the broad streams of flags and pikes flash'd down each waving street; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, As fast, from every village round, the horse came spurring in ; And eastward straight, from wild Blackheath, the warlike errand bent, And raised in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent. Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright courses forth, High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor, they started for the North; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still, All night from tower to tower they sprang-they sprang from hill to hill, Till the proud Peak unfurl'd the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales; Till like volcanoes, flared and heaved the stormy hills of Wales; |