Ye Mariners of England Analysis

Ye Mariners of England
That guard our native seas!
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe;
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave—
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave:
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
The thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below,
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow!
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn;
Till danger's troubled night depart
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow!
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.

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My nipples are hard from reading this poem. It turned me on how the mariner did stuff. When the spirit of his father cracks onto him. This stanza grossed me out. It is gay. Although i wouldn't mind going sailing after reading this. The weather in the poem sounds great. I love storms. Although the wind doesn't do it for me quite like thunder does. "Brittania needs no bulwarks". This is a lie of course Brittania needs bulwarks everything needs bulwarks. Burning the flag of England is wrong also. Meteors are funny.

| Posted on 2005-08-17 | by Approved Guest