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oldest shudder; Untarr'd, uncompass'd, and unkeel'd, No sail--no rudder. From neighbouring woods he interlaced His sorry skiff with wattled willows; And thus equipp'd he would have pass'd The foaming billows-- But Frenchmen caught him on the beach, His little Argo sorely jeering; Till tidings of him chanced to reach Napoleon's hearing. With folded arms Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger; And in his wonted attitude, Address'd the stranger:-- 'Rash man that wouldst yon channel pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashion'd; Thy heart with some sweet British lass Must be impassion'd.' 'I have no sweetheart,' said the lad; 'But--absent long from one another-- Great was the longing that I had To see my mother.' 'And so thou shalt,' Napoleon said, 'Ye've both my favour fairly won; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son.' He gave the tar a piece of gold, And with a flag of truce commanded He should be shipp'd to England Old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scantly shift To find a dinner plain and hearty; But never changed the coin and gift Of Bonaparte. _T. Campbell_ XC _BOADICEA_ _An Ode_ When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods; Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief. Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish--write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt. Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground-- Hark! the Gaul is at her gates! Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway;
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