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Rh  :The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care,
 * To triumph and to die are mine.'

He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.

 

for the Brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore!

Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel And laid her on her side.

A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset; Down went the Royal George With all her crew complete.

Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.

It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. 