William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз)

Dirge of Nelson

Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave
Ne'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!
Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,
Toll Nelson's knell!

The ball of Death unerring flew;
His cheek has lost its ardent hue;
He sinks, amid his gallant crew!
Toll Nelson's knell!

Yet lift, brave chief, thy dying eyes;
Hark! loud huzzas around thee rise;
Aloft the flag of conquest flies!
The day is won!

The day is won--peace to the brave!
But whilst the joyous streamers wave,
We'll think upon the victor's grave!
Peace to the brave! 

1. Greenwich Hospital
2. Sonnet 9. O Poverty!
3. Lockswell
4. The Bridge between Clifton and Leigh Woods
5. On an Unfortunate and Beautiful Woman

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1947

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