The revenge poem tennyson. 646. The Revenge. A Ballad of the Fleet. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1909 2019-02-06

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The Wondering Minstrels: The Revenge : A Ballad of the Fleet

the revenge poem tennyson

And we had not fought them in vain, But in perilous plight were we, Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain, And half of the rest of us maim’d for life In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife; And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold, And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it spent; And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride: “We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil, For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet. Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die! Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil, For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet. We have won great glory, my men! He rhymes the word ‘again’ both with ‘Spain’ in the second stanza and with ‘men’ in the fourth stanza. A scholarly friend of mine has however put it to me that both Massey and Tennyson must have been driven to some extent by common reading of the available, more or less contemporary accounts of the sea battle, especially those of Sir Walter Ralegh and a Dutchman, Linschoten. The song: Lord Grenville by Al Stewart Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern We'll be gone before the dawn returns Like voices on the wind. And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.

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THE REVENGE : A BALLAD OF THE FLEET

the revenge poem tennyson

There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set. And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: 'I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do: With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die! For those interested in comparing the song to the poem, I've added the song lyrics below. We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go; We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow. He was devil for aught they knew, But they sank his body with honor down into the deep. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.

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646. The Revenge. A Ballad of the Fleet. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1909

the revenge poem tennyson

There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set. Grenville was carried aboard the Spanish flagship, where he died a few days later. We have won great glory, my men! But he rose upon their decks and he cried: 'I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true. There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame. And they mann’d the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail’d with her loss and long’d for her own; When a wind from the lands they had ruin’d awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter’d navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main.

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The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet by Lord Alfred Tennyson

the revenge poem tennyson

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the. We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go; We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow. And we had not fought them in vain, But in perilous plight were we, Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain, And half of the rest of us maimed for life In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife; And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold, And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it spent; And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride: 'We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! For he said 'Fight on! ” And he fell upon their decks, and he died. We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three? There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set. The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet by Lord Alfred Tennyson Send some poems to a friend - the love thought that counts! And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud Whence the thunderbolt will fall Long and loud, Four galleons drew away From the Spanish fleet that day, And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them all.

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The Revenge

the revenge poem tennyson

Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain! Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die! And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil, For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet. We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go; We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow. He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud Whence the thunderbolt will fall Long and loud, Four galleons drew away From the Spanish fleet that day, And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them all. We have won great glory, my men! I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain.

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The Revenge

the revenge poem tennyson

We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three? Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame. For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so could fight us no more - God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before? But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore. I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. For some were sunk and many were shatter'd, and so could fight us no more - God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before? And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true, And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap That he dared her with one little ship and his English few; Was he devil or man? Hãy đến thử sử dụng dịch vụ của chúng tôi. ” Tho’ his vessel was all but a wreck; And it chanced that, when half of the short summer night was gone, With a grisly wound to be drest he had left the deck, But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead, And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head, And he said, “Fight on! Grenville's ship, the Revenge, was delayed and cut off.

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646. The Revenge. A Ballad of the Fleet. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1909

the revenge poem tennyson

I must fly, but follow quick. I must fly, but follow quick. We have won great glory, my men! I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain! Tennyson was not the only poet who wrote about the last battle of ‘The Revenge’. We have won great glory, my men! I am happy to accept this small oscillation in pronunciation which also seems evident in the eleventh stanza as just another sea-change-style variation woven into the poem.

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The Revenge

the revenge poem tennyson

And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace. And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud Whence the thunderbolt will fall Long and loud, Four galleons drew away From the Spanish fleet that day, And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them all. I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die -does it matter when? He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. “Shall we fight or shall we fly? He was devil for aught they knew, But they sank his body with honour down into the deep, And they manned the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sailed with her loss and longed for her own; When a wind from the lands they had ruined awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main. He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow.

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The Revenge : A Ballad of the Fleet by Alfred Lord Tennyson

the revenge poem tennyson

Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain! I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die! Throughout this long poem, he varies remarkably the pace and the metre and the rhyme patterns, evoking the ever-shifting, irregular patterns of waves and wind at sea, and reflecting the transition from episode to episode in the story. I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain. Sink me the ship, Master Gunner -sink her, split her in twain! Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil, For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet. I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do. Reading about my dad's old school I noticed often the school prizes were copies of such books. After a hand to hand battle lasting 15 hours, involving 15 ships and 5000 men, the Revenge was captured.

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