Richard Glover (poet)

"Sent in this foul clime to languish Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain."

"As, near Porto Bello lying, On the gently swelling flood, At midnight, with streamers flying, Our triumphant navy rode."

"To have falln, my country crying, He has playd an English part, Had been better far than dying Of a grievd and broken heart."

"Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below, Through the hoary foam ascending Here I feed my constant woe."

"After this proud foe subduing, When your patriot friends you see, Think on vengeance for my ruin, And for England shamd in me."

"Heed, oh heed! my fatal story, I am Hosiers injurd ghost; You who now have purchasd glory At this place where I was lost."