"Poitiers and Cressy tell, When most their pride did swell, Under our swords they fell. No less our skill is, Than when our Grandsire great, Claiming the regal seat, By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies." The Duke of York so dread Exeter had the rear, A braver man not there! They now to fight are gone; To hear, was wonder; That, with the cries they make, The very earth did shake; . Trumpet to trumpet spake; Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became, To our hid forces! The English archery Stuck the French horses. With Spanish yew so strong; None from his fellow starts; When down their bows they threw, 3 And on the French they flew: Not one was tardy. Arms were from shoulders sent, This while our noble King, As to o'erwhelm it; And many a deep wound lent; And many a cruel dent Gloucester, that duke so good, With his brave brother; Scarce such another! 3. Bilboes. Swords made in Bilboa, Spain. It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And by him sported on the green 4. Crispin's Day. October 25. 1. In the war of the Spanish Succession, the English under Marlborough, assisted by Prince Eugene, of Savoy, won a celebrated victory over the French and Bavarians at Blenheim, August 13, 1704. Point is added to the poem when one remembers that when peace was made, the original aim of the war was practically forgotten. II She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, III Old Kaspar took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, IV "I find them in the garden, V "Now tell us what 't was all about," With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." VI "It was the English," Kaspar cried, VII "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; . They burnt his dwelling to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, VIII "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then And new-born baby died; But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory, IX "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. |