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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Victoria, Lost Off Tripoli, June,1893Robert Laurence Binyon - The Victoria, Lost Off Tripoli, June,1893
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Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame, Blown upon every breeze, Touches with mournful flame The Syrian seas. Now all your English land Trembles with tears, with pride; Stretching toward you her hand, O glorified! There he that walks alone, A vision goes with him; In still field or thronged town, A solemn dream! He sees the placid, blue Mediterranean shine; The warships, two and two, In ordered line. He sees those consorts vast On their doomed circle come. With held breath, and aghast, The Fleet is dumb. For him the moments hang; His ears the shock await: On him, too, a strong pang Fastens, like fate. Transfixt, his eyes see then The decks heave, lined with free, Firm ranks; weaponless men, Matched with the Sea. Alas! the wound is deep. Not even spirits so brave Their vainly splendid ship Keep from the wave. On their last farewell cries Shines the permitting sun; With his men Tryon lies; And all is done. Yet through some hearts the prayer Thrills, O that I had died, Fallen in glory there By comrades` side!
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