Thomas Campbell

Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.

The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]

The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]

What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.

What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?