Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2, by ALFRED AUSTIN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And wherefore feels he thus? Because its shore Last Line: And fling the foam defiant in his face. Subject(s): England; Liberty; English | ||||||||
And wherefore feels he thus? Because its shore Nor conqueror's foot nor despot's may defile, But Freedom walks unarmed about the isle, And Peace sits cooing beside each man's door. Beyond these straits, the wild-beast mob may roar, Elsewhere the veering demagogue beguile: We, hand in hand with the Past, look on and smile, And tread the ways our fathers trod before. What though some wretch, whose glory you may trace Past lonely hearths and unrecorded graves, Round his Sword-sceptre summoning swarms of slaves, Menace our shores with conflict or disgrace, -- We laugh behind the bulwark of the waves, And fling the foam defiant in his face. | 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 |
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