. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. IVRY: A SONG OF THE IVRY. NOW glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre!Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! 176 IVRY: And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters,Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy,For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls
. Lays of ancient Rome, with Ivry, and The Armada;. IVRY: A SONG OF THE IVRY. NOW glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre!Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! 176 IVRY: And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters,Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy,For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls ! Hurrah! a single field hath turned the chance of war,Hurrah! Hurrah ! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre. Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array;With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers,And Appenzels stout infantry, and Egmonts Flemish rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ;And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand :And, as we looked on th
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