Of Alfred, or of Edward his great son, Or Athelstan, or English Ironside Who fought with Knut, or Knut who coming Dane Fought like a king; the king like his own man, One soul! and therefore have we shatter'd back In the large mouth of England, till her voice TENNYSON, Harold, Act IV. Sc. 3. IV. HAROLD AND SENLAC William (on the field of the dead). Wrap them together in a purple cloak And lay them both upon the waste sea-shore At Hastings, there to guard the land for which —a warrior-ay, He did forswear himself And but that Holy Peter fought for us, And that the false Northumbrian held aloof, I thought that all was lost. Since I knew battle, Fell where he stood. They loved him: and, pray God I am king of England, so they thwart me not, And I will rule according to their laws. TENNYSON, Harold, Act v. Sc. 2. C V. CIVIL WAR, AND THE CRUSADES. King Henry IV. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood ; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ— Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross, SHAKSPERE, I Henry IV., Act i. Sc. 1. VI. SIMON DE MONTFORT AND THE BATTLE OF LEWES. A Fragment. Now does fair England breathe again, hoping for liberty; And may the grace of God above give her prosperity! Liken'd to dogs the Englishmen of little price were made; Now o'er their conquer'd enemies once more they raise their head! The sword was strong, and many men were slaughter'd in the fight; But truth prevail'd, and traitors were turn'd to shameful flight; For the Lord God of valour the perjured men with stood, And cast His guarding shield of truth over the pure and good. By sword without and fear within the one side was opprest; The other by the favouring grace of Heaven was at rest. Earl Simon's faith and faithfulness all England's peace secure ; He smites the rebels, calms the realm, and drooping hearts makes sure. He felt that he must fight for truth, or else must truth betray: To truth he gave his right hand brave, and trod the rugged way. Read, read, ye men of England, of Lewes' fight my lay; For guarded by that fight ye live securely at this day. If victory had fall'n to those who there were sorely chased, The memory of England had sorely been disgraced. VII. THE BLACK PRINCE AND CRESSY. To King Henry V. Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, From whom you claim: invoke his warlike spirit, And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, Making defeat on the full power of France, |