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Bloomfield, Edited by Tim Fulford  The Banks of Wye; A Poem. In
Four Books, 1811, 1813, 1823.  [1]     Henry the Fifth.Morning
on the Water.Landoga.Ballad, 'The Maid of Landoga'.Tintern
Abbey.Wind-Cliff.Arrival at Chepstow.Persfield.Ballad, 'Morris
of Persfield'.View from Wind-Cliff.Chepstow Castle by Moonlight.
HARRY of MONMOUTH, o'er thy page, Great chieftain of a daring
age, [2]  The stripling soldier burns to see The spot of thy
nativity; His ardent fancy can restore Thy castle's turrets, now
no more; [3]  See the tall plumes of victory wave, And call old
valour from the grave; Twang the strong bow, and point the
lance, That pierc'd [4]  the shatter'd hosts of France, 10 When
Europe, [5]  in the days of yore, Shook at the rampant lion's
roar. TEN hours were all we could command; The Boat [6]  was
moor'd upon the strand; The midnight current, by her side, Was
stealing down to meet the tide; The wakeful steersman ready lay,
To rouse us at the