English poem
Clarence
My Lords, the French have fitted out many Small ships of war that, like to ravening wolves, Infest our English seas, devouring all Our burdened vessels, spoiling our naval flocks. The merchants do complain, and beg our aid.
Versos English William Blake Clarence
English poem
My Lords, the French have fitted out many Small ships of war that, like to ravening wolves, Infest our English seas, devouring all Our burdened vessels, spoiling our naval flocks. The merchants do complain, and beg our aid.