English Poems – Page 338

More English Poems

• To Althea from Prison

  When Love with unconfinèd wings
  Hovers within my gates,
  And by divine Althea brings …

  Richard Lovelace

• New England’s Dead

  New England’s dead! New England’s dead!
  On every hill they lie;
  On every field of strife, made red …

  Isaac McLellan

• Laus Deo!

  [On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the Constitutional Amendment abolishing slavery.]
  IT is done!
  Clang of bell and roar of gun …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• Sir Patrick Spens

  [A confused echo of the Scotch expedition which should have brought the Maid of Norway to Scotland, about 1285.]
  THE KING sits in Dunfermline town,
  Drinking the blude-red wine, …

  Anonymous

• “Picciola”

  It was a Sergeant old and gray,
  Well singed and bronzed from siege and pillage,
  Went tramping in an army’s wake …

  Robert Henry Newell

• Waterloo

  [June 15, 1815]
  From “Childe Harold,” Canto III.
  THERE was a sound of revelry by night, …

  Lord Byron

• “The lonely bugle grieves”

  From an “Ode on the Celebration of the Battle of Bunker Hill, June 17, 1825”
  THE TRUMP hath blown,
  And now upon that reeking hill …

  Grenville Mellen

• Carmen Bellicosum

  IN their ragged regimentals
  Stood the old Continentals,
  Yielding not, …

  Guy Humphrey McMaster

• Coming

  [April, 1861]
  world, art thou ’ware of a storm?
  Hark to the ominous sound; …

  Henry Howard Brownell

• “All quiet along the Potomac”

  “all quiet along the Potomac,” they say,
  “Except now and then a stray picket
  Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, …

  Ethelinda Elliott Beers

• Stonewall Jackson’s Way

  Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails;
  Stir up the camp-fire bright!
  No growling if the canteen fails: …

  John Williamson Palmer

• Cavalry Song

  Our bugles sound gayly. To horse and away!
  And over the mountains breaks the day;
  Then ho! brothers, ho! for the ride or the fight, …

  Rossiter Worthington Raymond

• The General’s Death

  The General dashed along the road
  Amid the pelting rain;
  How joyously his bold face glowed …

  Joseph O'Connor

• Requiem

  For One Slain in Battle
  BREATHE, trumpets, breathe
  Slow notes of saddest wailing,— …

  George Lunt

• Army Correspondent’s Last Ride

  Five Forks, April 1, 1865
  HO! pony. Down the lonely road
  Strike now your cheeriest pace! …

  George Alfred Townsend

• “The men behind the guns”

  [The Spanish-American War, 1898]
  A CHEER and salute for the Admiral, and here ’s to the Captain bold,
  And never forget the Commodore’s debt when the deeds of might are told! …

  John Jerome Rooney

• The Bivouac of the Dead

  [Dedication of a monument to Kentucky volunteers, killed at Buena Vista, Mexico]
  THE MUFFLED drum’s sad roll has beat
  The soldier’s last tattoo; …

  Theodore O'Hara

• “How sleep the brave”

  How sleep the brave who sink to rest
  By all their country’s wishes blest!
  When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, …

  William Collins

• The Twa Corbies

  As I was walking all alane,
  I heard two corbies making a mane;
  The tane unto the t’other say, …

  Anonymous

• The Second Mate

  “ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!
  Tell me, what is that far away,—
  There, where over the isle of sand …

  Fitz-James O'Brien

Page 338 of 341