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Casabianca is a poem by British poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans,
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THOMAS johan
Jan 5, 2012, 8:19:38 AM1/5/12
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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on—he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part—
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
jingles
Jan 5, 2012, 8:33:52 PM1/5/12
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His feet were covered in blisters,
He had no pants to call his own,
So he had to wear his sisters.....
jingles - looking for the nearest exit.
Jan
Jan 6, 2012, 1:41:32 AM1/6/12
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Jan
"If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined"
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Parrotfish
Jan 6, 2012, 8:04:32 AM1/6/12
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"Martin" wrote ...
>
>>THOMAS johan wrote:
>>>
>>> The boy stood on the burning deck
>>> Whence all but he had fled;
>>> The flame that lit the battle's wreck
>>> Shone round him o'er the dead.
> <snipperty>
>>THOMAS johan wrote:
>>>
>>> The boy stood on the burning deck
>>> Whence all but he had fled;
>>> The flame that lit the battle's wreck
>>> Shone round him o'er the dead.
> I must go down to the sea again, the lonely sea and the sky
> For I left my shoes and socks there
> and I'm sure they can't be dry
>
> S Milligan.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled..........
Twit!
(Spike....again)
--
Regards.......P-f
'If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague'
Jan
Jan 6, 2012, 11:34:52 AM1/6/12
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On Thu, 5 Jan 2012 05:19:38 -0800 (PST), THOMAS johan <tjoh...@gmail.com>
wrote:
The event that prompted the poem:
The poem 'Casabianca' was written by Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. It starts out
with the well known line, "the boy stood on the burning deck". The story relates
to an extraordinary incident of devotion and heroism witnessed during the Battle
of the Nile.
It was on the evening of July 28 of 1798 that the English naval squadron under
Lord Nelson sailed in. They had caught the French fleet at anchor and
unprepared. The French flagship was the L'Orient and it soon found itself
flanked by English ships attacking from both sides. A fierce battle was soon
raging and the flashes of 2000 guns lit up the ships in the gathering darkness.
L'Orient was caught by the English broadsides and was set ablaze.
It was then that the English sailors saw an amazing sight. There on that burning
deck they saw a boy standing alone. He was Cassabianca, the 12 year old son of
one of the ship's officers. There he stood, alone at his post. He was surrounded
by flames and facing the astonished English foe. Soon afterwards the fire
reached the powder magazine deep down in the hold. The boy perished when the
whole ship erupted in a massive explosion.
The sound of L’Orient blowing up was heard at Rosetta 20 miles away. And the
glow of the fireball was seen in Alexandria. It was an enormous explosion of a
magnitude rarely seen back in those times. The English sailors stood in awe at
what they had just witnessed. For some twenty minutes the guns were silent. The
English officers and men were absolutely horrified at the carnage that had taken
place. They sent a ship to rescue the survivors from the water. About 70 French
sailors were saved.
The account of that boy who stood on that burning deck was told and retold.
Eventually it passed on into legend. The story remains a classic example of
devotion and faithful service. And the poem continues to serve as a source of
inspiration and wonder for many throughout Christendom. That boy who stayed at
his post on that burning deck has not been forgotten. And the story of his
heroic stand is remembered right up to the present day.
wrote:
The poem 'Casabianca' was written by Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. It starts out
with the well known line, "the boy stood on the burning deck". The story relates
to an extraordinary incident of devotion and heroism witnessed during the Battle
of the Nile.
It was on the evening of July 28 of 1798 that the English naval squadron under
Lord Nelson sailed in. They had caught the French fleet at anchor and
unprepared. The French flagship was the L'Orient and it soon found itself
flanked by English ships attacking from both sides. A fierce battle was soon
raging and the flashes of 2000 guns lit up the ships in the gathering darkness.
L'Orient was caught by the English broadsides and was set ablaze.
It was then that the English sailors saw an amazing sight. There on that burning
deck they saw a boy standing alone. He was Cassabianca, the 12 year old son of
one of the ship's officers. There he stood, alone at his post. He was surrounded
by flames and facing the astonished English foe. Soon afterwards the fire
reached the powder magazine deep down in the hold. The boy perished when the
whole ship erupted in a massive explosion.
The sound of L’Orient blowing up was heard at Rosetta 20 miles away. And the
glow of the fireball was seen in Alexandria. It was an enormous explosion of a
magnitude rarely seen back in those times. The English sailors stood in awe at
what they had just witnessed. For some twenty minutes the guns were silent. The
English officers and men were absolutely horrified at the carnage that had taken
place. They sent a ship to rescue the survivors from the water. About 70 French
sailors were saved.
The account of that boy who stood on that burning deck was told and retold.
Eventually it passed on into legend. The story remains a classic example of
devotion and faithful service. And the poem continues to serve as a source of
inspiration and wonder for many throughout Christendom. That boy who stayed at
his post on that burning deck has not been forgotten. And the story of his
heroic stand is remembered right up to the present day.
The Gnome
Jan 6, 2012, 12:24:37 PM1/6/12
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On Friday, January 6, 2012 8:34:52 AM UTC-8, Jan wrote:
> On Thu, 5 Jan 2012 05:19:38 -0800 (PST), THOMAS johan <tjoh...@gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
> >
> >The boy stood on the burning deck
> >Whence all but he had fled;
> >The flame that lit the battle's wreck
> >Shone round him o'er the dead.
> >.
> >Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
> >As born to rule the storm;
> >A creature of heroic blood,
> >A proud, though childlike form.
> >The flames rolled on�he would not go
> On Thu, 5 Jan 2012 05:19:38 -0800 (PST), THOMAS johan <tjoh...@gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
> >
> >The boy stood on the burning deck
> >Whence all but he had fled;
> >The flame that lit the battle's wreck
> >Shone round him o'er the dead.
> >.
> >Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
> >As born to rule the storm;
> >A creature of heroic blood,
> >A proud, though childlike form.
> >Without his Father's word;
> >That father, faint in death below,
> >His voice no longer heard.
> >With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
> >That well had borne their part�
> >That father, faint in death below,
> >His voice no longer heard.
> >With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
> >But the noblest thing which perished there
> >Was that young faithful heart.
>
> The event that prompted the poem:
>
> The poem 'Casabianca' was written by Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. It starts out
> with the well known line, "the boy stood on the burning deck". The story relates
> to an extraordinary incident of devotion and heroism witnessed during the Battle
> of the Nile.
>
> It was on the evening of July 28 of 1798 that the English naval squadron under
> Lord Nelson sailed in. They had caught the French fleet at anchor and
> unprepared. The French flagship was the L'Orient and it soon found itself
> flanked by English ships attacking from both sides. A fierce battle was soon
> raging and the flashes of 2000 guns lit up the ships in the gathering darkness.
> L'Orient was caught by the English broadsides and was set ablaze.
>
> It was then that the English sailors saw an amazing sight. There on that burning
> deck they saw a boy standing alone. He was Cassabianca, the 12 year old son of
> one of the ship's officers. There he stood, alone at his post. He was surrounded
> by flames and facing the astonished English foe. Soon afterwards the fire
> reached the powder magazine deep down in the hold. The boy perished when the
> whole ship erupted in a massive explosion.
>
> The sound of L�Orient blowing up was heard at Rosetta 20 miles away. And the
> >Was that young faithful heart.
>
> The event that prompted the poem:
>
> The poem 'Casabianca' was written by Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans. It starts out
> with the well known line, "the boy stood on the burning deck". The story relates
> to an extraordinary incident of devotion and heroism witnessed during the Battle
> of the Nile.
>
> It was on the evening of July 28 of 1798 that the English naval squadron under
> Lord Nelson sailed in. They had caught the French fleet at anchor and
> unprepared. The French flagship was the L'Orient and it soon found itself
> flanked by English ships attacking from both sides. A fierce battle was soon
> raging and the flashes of 2000 guns lit up the ships in the gathering darkness.
> L'Orient was caught by the English broadsides and was set ablaze.
>
> It was then that the English sailors saw an amazing sight. There on that burning
> deck they saw a boy standing alone. He was Cassabianca, the 12 year old son of
> one of the ship's officers. There he stood, alone at his post. He was surrounded
> by flames and facing the astonished English foe. Soon afterwards the fire
> reached the powder magazine deep down in the hold. The boy perished when the
> whole ship erupted in a massive explosion.
>
> glow of the fireball was seen in Alexandria. It was an enormous explosion of a
> magnitude rarely seen back in those times. The English sailors stood in awe at
> what they had just witnessed. For some twenty minutes the guns were silent. The
> English officers and men were absolutely horrified at the carnage that had taken
> place. They sent a ship to rescue the survivors from the water. About 70 French
> sailors were saved.
>
> The account of that boy who stood on that burning deck was told and retold.
> Eventually it passed on into legend. The story remains a classic example of
> devotion and faithful service. And the poem continues to serve as a source of
> inspiration and wonder for many throughout Christendom. That boy who stayed at
> his post on that burning deck has not been forgotten. And the story of his
> heroic stand is remembered right up to the present day.
>
> Jan
> "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined"
||
Ah, a useful day. I've learned something.
> magnitude rarely seen back in those times. The English sailors stood in awe at
> what they had just witnessed. For some twenty minutes the guns were silent. The
> English officers and men were absolutely horrified at the carnage that had taken
> place. They sent a ship to rescue the survivors from the water. About 70 French
> sailors were saved.
>
> The account of that boy who stood on that burning deck was told and retold.
> Eventually it passed on into legend. The story remains a classic example of
> devotion and faithful service. And the poem continues to serve as a source of
> inspiration and wonder for many throughout Christendom. That boy who stayed at
> his post on that burning deck has not been forgotten. And the story of his
> heroic stand is remembered right up to the present day.
>
> Jan
> "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined"
||
Thanks Jan.
k
jingles
Jan 6, 2012, 5:22:58 PM1/6/12
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On 6/01/2012 10:43 PM, Martin wrote:
> Eating a tuppenny Walls,
> A bit dropped down his trouser leg
> And paralysed his balls.
> The ball flew down his trouser leg
> And hit his middle wicket.
> He rolled it into little balls
> And flicked it at his dad.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> Eating some cream crackers,
> A flame shot up his trouser leg,
> and burnt off both his knackers.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> When all the rest had fled,
> And when his feet were burned away,
> He stood upon his head.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> Shelling peas a penny a peck,
> Did he wash his dirty neck,
> Did he heck?
>
> I'll fetch my coat.
You beat me to the last one...
jingles
> A bit dropped down his trouser leg
> And paralysed his balls.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck
> Playing a game of cricket,
> The boy stood on the burning deck
> The ball flew down his trouser leg
> And hit his middle wicket.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck
> Picking his nose like mad,
> The boy stood on the burning deck
> He rolled it into little balls
> And flicked it at his dad.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> Eating some cream crackers,
> A flame shot up his trouser leg,
> and burnt off both his knackers.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> When all the rest had fled,
> And when his feet were burned away,
> He stood upon his head.
>
> The boy stood on the burning deck,
> Shelling peas a penny a peck,
> Did he wash his dirty neck,
> Did he heck?
>
> I'll fetch my coat.
You beat me to the last one...
jingles
jingles
Jan 6, 2012, 5:25:28 PM1/6/12
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On 6/01/2012 10:37 PM, Martin wrote:
> On Fri, 06 Jan 2012 12:33:52 +1100, jingles<momm...@mail.com>
> wrote:
>
> On Fri, 06 Jan 2012 12:33:52 +1100, jingles<momm...@mail.com>
> wrote:
>
>
> I must go down to the sea again, the lonely sea and the sky
> For I left my shoes and socks there
> and I'm sure they can't be dry
>
> S Milligan.
We three kings of Orient are,
> I must go down to the sea again, the lonely sea and the sky
> For I left my shoes and socks there
> and I'm sure they can't be dry
>
> S Milligan.
Selling ladies underwear,
It's fantastic, no elastic,
2/6 a pair......
jingles
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