RED FLAG. - WHEN MOONLIKE ORE THE HAZURE SEAS. 581 Ne'er saw maiden fairer, coyer, THE RED FLAG. WHERE the quivering lightning flings His arrows from out the clouds, And the howling tempest sings And whistles among the shrouds, "T is pleasant, 't is pleasant to ride Along the foaming brine Wilt be the Rover's bride ? Wilt follow him, lady mine? Hurrah! For the bonny, bonny brine. Amidst the storm and rack, You shall see our galley pass, As a serpent lithe and black, Glides through the waving grass. As the vulture swift and dark, Down on the ring-dove flies, You shall see the Rover's bark Swoop down upon his prize. Hurrah! For the bonny, bonny prize. Over her sides we dash, We gallop across her deckHa! there's a ghastly gash On the merchant captain's neck Well shot, well shot, old Ned! Well struck, well struck, James! black Our arms are red, and our foes are dead, And we leave a ship in flames! Hurrah! For the bonny, bonny flames! THE Pope he is a happy man, And then there's Sultan Saladin, But no, the Pope no wife may choose, DEAR JACK. DEAR Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill, WHEN MOONLIKE ORE THE HAZURE SEAS. And drink to the health of sweet Nan WHEN moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells, Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jo- When silver jews and balmy breaze of the Hill, vial a sot Bend down the Lily's bells; When calm and deap, the rosy sleap Dost thou remember Jeames ? I mark thee in the Marble All, Is Lady Hangeline. And then I hask, with weeping lips, Away! I may not tell thee hall That Sorrow never cures ; That still above me beams; THE LEGEND OF ST. SOPHIA OF KIOFF. The Poet describes the city and spelling of Kiow, Kioff, or Kiova. AN EPIC POEM, IN TWENTY BOOKS. I. A THOUSAND years ago, or more, The sentries they paced to and fro. Well guarded and walled was this town, and called In those dictionaries the name it varies, And they write it off Kieff or Kioff, Kiova or Kiow. II. Its buildings, public works, and ordinances, religious and civil. Thus guarded without by wall and redoubt, With more advantages than in those dark ages Were commonly known to belong to a town. There were places and squares, and each year four fairs, In service-time, when they didn't make a noise; Sainted Sophia (so the legend vows) And to uphold her converts' new devotion And of a sudden perches In this the best of churches, Whither all Kiovites come and pay it grateful worship. VII. Thus with her patron-saints and pious preachers A goodly city, worthy magistrates, You would have thought in all the Russian states VIII. No, alas! this well-built city The poet shows how a certain priest dwelt at Kioff, a godly clergyman, and one that preached rare good sermons. How this priest was short and fat of body; And like unto the author of "Plymley's Letters." Of what convent he was prior, and when the convent was built. Of Saint Sophia of Kioff; and how her statue miraculously travelled thither. And how Kloff should have been a happy city; but that Certain wicked Cossacks did besiege it, Murdering the citizens, Until they agreed to pay a tribute yearly. How they paid the tribute, and then suddenly refused it, To the wonder of the Cossack envoy. Or a mighty gallant speech That the lordmayor made, Exhorting the burghers to pay no longer. Of their thanks and heroic resolves. They dismiss the envoy, and set about drilling. Tartars fierce, with sword and sabres, Down they came, these ruthless Russians, On the peaceful citizens. Winter, Summer, Spring, and Autumn, Till the city, quite confounded Which (because their courage lax was) Till it grew intolerable. And the Calmuc envoy sent, A unanimous refusal! "Men of Kioff!" thus courageous Did the stout lord-mayor harangue them, "Hark! I hear the awful cry of "All too long have ye betrayed her; Send the insolent invader Send him starving back again." IX. He spoke and he sat down; the people of the town, Now rose with one accord, and voted thanks unto the lord- The envoy they dismissed, never placing in his fist So much as a single shilling; And all with courage fired, as his lordship he desired, Then every city ward established a guard, Militia volunteers, light-dragoons, and bombardiers, There was muster and roll-calls, and repairing city walls, Of the City guard: viz. militia, dragoons, and bombardiers, and their commanders. Of the majors And the captains and the majors, so gallant and courageous, and captains, A-riding about on their hosses. To be guarded at all hours they built themselves watch towers, With every tower a man on ; And surely and secure, each from out his embrasure, Looked down the iron cannon! A battle-song was writ for the theatre, where it And rapturous applause; and besides the public cause Was supported by the clergy. The pretty ladies'-maids were pinning of cockades, And tying on of sashes; And dropping gentle tears, while their lovers bluster'd fierce, The ladies took the hint, and all day were scraping lint, And got bandages and beds for the limbs and for the heads The men, both young and old, felt resolute and bold, And panted hot for glory; The fortifications and artillery. Of the conduct of the actors and the clergy. Of the ladies; Even the tailors 'gan to brag, and embroidered on their flag And, finally, or "AUT WINCERE AUT MORI." the taylors. X. Seeing the city's resolute condition, The Cossack chief, too cunning to despise it, And sudden escalade it or surprise it. "Let's see, however, if the cits stand firmish." Of the Cossack chief, his stratagem ; And the bur ghers' sillie victorie. |