The Temeraire
This is a study by Joseph M W Turner,arguably Britains greatest impressionist. He shows the Second Rate warship Temeraire being towed by a steam paddle tug which is hauling her to her last port of call,Beatsons yard at Rotherhithe where she will be broken up.
She was one of the Dreadnought class and was built in 1788,she was heavily armed ,constructed largely of oak and was copper bottomed. The Temeraire was part of the Wooden Walls of England and was the largest of her class. She served the Royal Navy with distinction for close on 50 years and Turner painted this showing the passing of an age,the tug representing the new age of steam. This painting was voted Britains favourite in a poll conducted by BBC Radio 4 in 2005,
BrianD
Since I posted the picture ,one of the lads on th Sailors Home posted this old poem by Sir Henry Newbolt. It is a truly apt piece poetry,
The Fighting Temeraire
It was eight bells ringing,
For the morning watch was done,
And the gunner's lads were singing
As they polished every gun.
It was eight bells ringing,
And the gunner's lads were singing,
For the ship she rode a-swinging,
As they polished every gun.
Oh! to see the linstock lighting,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Oh! to hear the round shot biting,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Oh! to see the linstock lighting,
And to hear the round shot biting,
For we're all in love with fighting
On the fighting Téméraire.
It was noontide ringing,
And the battle just begun,
When the ship her way was winging,
As they loaded every gun.
It was noontide ringing,
When the ship her way was winging,
And the gunner's lads were singing
As they loaded every gun.
There'll be many grim and gory,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
There'll be few to tell the story,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
There'll be many grim and gory,
There'll be few to tell the story,
But we'll all be one in glory
With the Fighting Téméraire.
There's a far bell ringing
At the setting of the sun,
And a phantom voice is singing
Of the great days done.
There's a far bell ringing,
And a phantom voice is singing
Of renown for ever clinging
To the great days done.
Now the sunset breezes shiver,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
And she's fading down the river,
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Now the sunset's breezes shiver,
And she's fading down the river,
But in England's song for ever
She's the Fighting Téméraire.
Sir Henry Newbolt
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