200 MACAULAY
When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din,
And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within;
When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit; When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close; When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;
When the goodman mends his armour
And trims his helmet's plume; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom; With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told, How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.
��LXXXV THE ARMADA
ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's
praise; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in
ancient days,
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