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ou'-wester Rose wildly and strong, to hinder and pester Their perilous flight; how they foundered and sank On that treacherous bank, Lost, lost evermore On our alien shore. With their grim freight of death And the poisonous breath Of scurvy and pestilence, hunger, despair, The struggling remainder of galleons bear Them back to the port of Corunna again, All, all that is left to the pride of proud Spain. Courageous and calm, with the valour of men Elizabeth waited the chances; and then "My children are fed And their enemies dead," Cried the frivolous Queen. Majestic of mien She towered, her wisdom and high inspiration, The might of a people, the soul of a nation. L'Envoie (And even to-day I will wager that no man Can fathom the mind or the depths of a woman!) The Death of Queen Elizabeth Only So lonely, Was ever woman quite so lonely? Clad in a rich bejewelled dress, unchanged For nigh a week, her stiff ruff disarranged, Her fierce eyes staring dully at the floor, Fear on that face, which ne'er knew fear before-- Elizabeth. Finger on lip she sits. Time has outgrown That gorgeous England, which was once her own. Those solemn courtiers pacing to and fro Outside the palace, neither care nor know The dying Queen is lonely! Ha what was that? Plotters within the gate? And she, contemptuous victim once of hate And score of plots, plunges her naked sword Thrice through the arras, which had never stirred-- Afraid!--_Elizabeth?_ Huddled amidst the pillows, gaunt and old, She shivers, this gay daughter of a gold Entrancing age. The debonair gallant Who sang her, now the mocking sycophant. The ministers she trusted, gone. The throne She loved with all her passion, left for one Of stock and seed she loathed. Mere English, she Shrinks from the new and cold sobriety Of chill advancing fashion. Only Death To woo this poor--this great Elizabeth! Was ever woman quite so lonely? The Plea of the Antarctic The best people to judge are those who served under Captain Scott. Had we been in the same place as the victims we should have wished our bodies to remain at rest where we had given our best efforts in
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