Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ENGLAND'S DEAD, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Son of the ocean isle! Last Line: Where rest not england's dead. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): England; Soldiers; War; English | ||||||||
SON of the Ocean Isle! Where sleep your mighty dead? Show me what high and stately pile Is reared o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger! track the deep -- Free, free the white sail spread! Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'erswayed, With fearful power the noonday reigns, And the palm trees yield no shade; -- But let the angry sun From heaven look fiercely red, Unfelt by those whose task is done! There slumber England's dead. The hurricane hath might Along the Indian shore, And far by Ganges' banks at night Is heard the tiger's roar: -- But let the sound roll on, It hath no tone of dread For those that from their toils are gone, -- There slumber England's dead. Loud rush the torrent-floods The Western wilds among, And free, in green Columbia's woods, The hunter's bow is strung; -- But let the floods rush on! Let the arrow's flight be sped! Why should They reck whose task is done? -- There slumber England's dead. The mountain-storms rise high In the snowy Pyrenees, And tossed the pine-boughs through the sky Like rose - leaves on the breeze; -- But let the storm rage on! Let the fresh wreaths be shed! For the Roncesvalles' field is won, -- There slumber England's dead. On the frozen deep's repose 'Tis a dark and dreadful hour, When round the ship the ice-fields close, And the northern night-clouds lower; -- But let the ice drift on! Let the cold-blue desert spread! Their course with mast and flag is done -- Even there sleep England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave! Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave? Go, stranger! track the deep -- Free, free the white sails spread! Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH ENGLISH TRAIN COMPARTMENT by JOHN UPDIKE A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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