The Spanish Armada
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Ireland; perhaps half or one-third, and these mostly mere hulks, arrived at length in the harbours of Spain; the winds and waves and rocks had finished what the English guns had begun:—
Long, long in vain the waiting mothers kneel
In the white palaces of far Castile,
Weep, wide brown eyes that watch along the shore,
Your dark-haired lovers shall return no more;
Only it may be, on the rising tide,
The shattered hull of one proud bark may glide,
To moor at even on a smooth bay's breast,
Where the South mountains lean toward the West,
A wraith of battle with her broken spars,
Between the water’s shimmer and the stars.[1]
In the white palaces of far Castile,
Weep, wide brown eyes that watch along the shore,
Your dark-haired lovers shall return no more;
Only it may be, on the rising tide,
The shattered hull of one proud bark may glide,
To moor at even on a smooth bay's breast,
Where the South mountains lean toward the West,
A wraith of battle with her broken spars,
Between the water’s shimmer and the stars.[1]
England and Protestantism saved.Our country, and, with her, the great cause of freedom and Protestantism, were saved. Spain was now known to be mainly a bugbear to frighten children, and England and Elizabeth ruled the waves.
- ↑ Sir James Rennell Rodd: Oxford Prize Poem, 1880, ‘Raleigh’.