Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR, by JAMES HAY BEATTIE Poet's Biography First Line: Hark, hark! The drums afar Last Line: The hero's grave. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
HARK, hark! the drums afar, And the loud clarion's angry sound, Announce th' approaching war; The steeds in thunder bound: Unfurl'd the banners glare on high; The roar of cannon rends the sky. And rocks the ground. And now, all around, Fires flash, smoke whirls, and bullets fly, "To kill or wound." And what, though battle's doom Suppress the youthful warrior's breath! Could Sloth avoid the tomb! Can Flight escape from Death! What though, where we may sink in sleep, O'er the Green turf no marble weep, No scutcheon wave! We ask not such reward: Fair Fame and smiling Virtue guard The hero's grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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