Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY NATIVE LAND, by CARLOS STUART First Line: Though brighter beams may gild the shore Last Line: Profane my own, my native land! Subject(s): Patriotism; United States; America | ||||||||
Though brighter beams may gild the shore Where Sarum's ruined castles rise, And fairer splendors hover o'er Italia from the drooping skies; No clime hath more of loved or grand Than our own dear and native land! Beyond the sea the leaping vine May cling to fane and fortress grey, And, clustering, shade the olden shrine Which now is mouldering to decay O'er these, the hills and altars stand That crown and bless my native land! Howe'er I love the southern sky, The hallowed clime where music sprung Though on my ear may never die The strains its god-like bards have sung; They melt away, that glorious band, Before my own, my native land! God bless her soil, God bless her breeze, The springs that lave each mountain's brow, The hills, the vales, the waving trees, And keep them fresh and fair as now; Nor let one chain, or tyrant's hand, Profane my own, my native land! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS WATCH THE LIGHTS FADE by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH INVOCATION TO THE SOCIAL MUSE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) |
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