Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BATTLE OF MORGARTEN, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The wine-month shone in its golden prime Last Line: From the wild morgarten fight. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Variant Title(s): Song Of The Battle Of Morgarten Subject(s): Morgarten, Switzerland; Switzerland - Wars | ||||||||
THE wine-month shone in its golden prime, And the red grapes clustering hung, But a deeper sound through the Switzer's clime, Than the vintage music, rung, -- A sound through vaulted cave, A sound through echoing glen, Like the hollow swell of a rushing wave; 'T was the tread of steel-girt men. And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, Midst the ancient rocks was blown, Till the Alps replied to that voice of war With a thousand of their own. And through the forest glooms Flashed helmets to the day, And the winds were tossing knightly plumes, Like the larch-boughs in their play. In Hasli's wilds there was gleaming steel, As the host of the Austrian passed; And the Schreckhorn's rocks, with a savage peal, Made mirth of his clarion's blast. Up midst the Righi snows The stormy march was heard, With the charger's tramp, whence fire-sparks rose, And the leader's gathering word. But a band, the noblest band of all, Through the rude Morgarten strait, With blazoned streamers and lances tall, Moved onwards, in princely state. They came with heavy chains For the race despised so long, -- But amidst his Alp-domains The herdsman's arm is strong! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn When they entered the rock-defile, And shrill as a joyous hunter's horn Their bugles rung the while. But on the misty height, Where the mountain-people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness, as of deep dead night, And a pause, -- but not of fear, While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might Of the hostile shield and spear. On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they looked not to the misty height Where the mountain-people stood. The pass was filled with their serried power, All helmed and mail-arrayed, And their steps had sounds like a thunder-shower In the rustling forest-shade. There were prince and crested knight, Hemmed in by cliff and flood, When a shout arose from the misty height Where the mountain-people stood. And the mighty rocks came bounding down, Their startled foes among, With a joyous whirl from the summit thrown, -- O, the herdsman's arm is strong! They came, like lauwine hurled From Alp to Alp in play, When the echoes shout through the snowy world, And the pines are borne away. The fir-woods crashed on the mountain-side, And the Switzers rushed from high, With a sudden charge, on the flower and pride Of the Austrian chivalry: Like hunters of the deer, They stormed the narrow dell, And first in the shock, with Uri's spear, Was the arm of William Tell. There was tumult in the crowded strait, And a cry of wild dismay, And many a warrior met his fate From a peasant's hand that day! And the empire's banner then, From its place of waving free, Went down before the shepherd-men, The men of the forest-sea. With their pikes and massy clubs they brake The cuirass and the shield, And the war-horse dashed to the reddening lake, From the reapers of the field! The field, -- but not of sheaves, -- Proud crests and pennons lay Strewn o'er it thick as the birch-wood leaves In the autumn-tempest's way. Oh, the sun in heaven fierce havoc viewed, When the Austrian turned to fly, And the brave, in the trampling multitude, Had a fearful death to die! And the leader of the war At eve unhelmed was seen, With a hurrying step on the wilds afar, And a pale and troubled mien. But the sons of the land which the freeman tills Went back from the battle-toil To their cabin-homes midst the deep green hills, All burdened with royal spoil. There were songs and festal fires On the soaring Alps that night, When children sprung to greet their sires, From the wild Morgarten fight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWISS SONG; ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LEAGUE OF THE ALPS; OR THE MEETING ON THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BATTLE OF UNTERWALDEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH by HALB SUTER THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THE BATTLE OF MURTEN by VEIT WEBER A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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