Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BOSTON COMMON: 1774, by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The streets are thronged with trampling feet Last Line: The pipe-clayed belts of gage's men. Subject(s): American Revolution; Boston | ||||||||
THE streets are thronged with trampling feet, The northern hill is ridged with graves, But night and morn the drum is beat To frighten down the "rebel knaves." The stones of King Street still are red, And yet the bloody red-coats come: I hear their pacing sentry's tread, The click of steel, the tap of drum, And over all the open green, Where grazed of late the harmless kine, The cannon's deepening ruts are seen, The war-horse stamps, the bayonets shine. The clouds are dark with crimson rain Above the murderous hirelings' den, And soon their whistling showers shall stain The pipe-clayed belts of Gage's men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE SEVEN CITIES OF AMERICA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNDAY IN BOSTON by JOHN UPDIKE BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |
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