HERVE RIEL

Who is this ? and what is here ?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer ;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,

All the knights at Camelot :
But Lancelot mused a little space ;
He said, " She has a lovely face ;
God in his mercy lend her grace.
The Lady of Shalott."

LORD TENNYSON

HERVfi RIEL
DN the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-
two, 10
Did the English fight the French,—woe to France !
\nd, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter thro' the
blue,
Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of
sharks pursue,
Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the
Ranee,
With the English fleet in view.
'Twas the squadron that escaped, with the victor
in full chase ;
First and foremost of the drove, in his great ship,
Damfreville ;
Close on him fled, great and small,
Twenty-two good ships in all ;
And they signalled to the place 20
" Help the winners of a race !
Get us guidance, give us harbour, take us quick—
or, quicker still,
Here's the English can and will ! "
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