88 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To dwell a weeping hermit there! COLLINS. [Written in the year 1746.] De Mariners of England. E mariners of England, That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; The meteor-flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; THOMAS CAMPBELL. L 89 Robin Hood. O! those days are gone away, And their minutes buried all Of the forest's whispering fleeces, No, the bugle sounds no more, On the fairest time in June ROBIN HOOD. tale For he left the merry Gone the merry morris din ; She would weep and he would craze, So it is; yet let us sing Though their days have hurried by, KEATS. 91 |