Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR SONG OF THE SPANISH PATRIOTS, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye who burn with glory's flame Last Line: In endless night. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Patriotism; Spain | ||||||||
YE who burn with glory's flame, Ye who love the Patriot's fame; Ye who scorn oppressive might, Rise, in freedom's cause unite; Castilians rise. Hark! Iberia calls, ye brave, Haste! your bleeding country save: Be the palm of bright renown, Be th' unfading laurel-crown, The hero's prize. High the crimson banner wave, Ours be conquest or the grave; Spirits of our noble sires, Lo! your sons with kindred fires, Unconquered glow. See them once again advance, Crush the pride of hostile France; See their hearts, with ardour warm, See them, with triumphant arm, Repel the foe. By the Cid's immortal name, By Gonsalvo's deathless fame, By the chiefs of former time, By the valiant deeds sublime, Of ancient days; Brave Castilians, grasp the spear, Gallant Andalusians, bear; Glory calls you to the plain, Future bards, in lofty strain, Shall sing your praise. Shades of mighty warriors dead, Ye who nobly fought and bled; Ye whose valour could withstand The savage Moor's invading band, Untaught to yield; Bade victorious Charlemagne Own the patriot-arms of Spain; Ye, in later times renowned, Ye who fell with laurels crowned, On Pavia's field. Teach our hearts like yours to burn; Lawless power like you to spurn; Teach us but like you to wield Freedom's lance and Freedom's shield, With daring might: Tyrant! soon thy reign is o'er, Thou shalt waste mankind no more; Boast no more thy thousands slain, Jena's or Marengo's plain; Lo! the sun that gilds thy day, Soon will veil its parting ray, In endless night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR AL-TAYIB SALIH by KHALED MATTAWA MESSAGES AS TRANSLATION by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE VALLEY OF THE FALLEN by CAROLYN KIZER ON GREDOS by MIGUEL DE UNAMUNO SPANISH SONNETS: 1 by JOHN UPDIKE SPANISH SONNETS: 5 by JOHN UPDIKE SPAIN, TAKE THIS CUP FROM ME by CESAR VALLEJO A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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