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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST COLORS, by ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD Poet's Biography First Line: Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood Last Line: For your sake storm we any height. Alternate Author Name(s): Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart; Phelps, Mary Gray | |||
FROWNING, the mountain stronghold stood, Whose front no mortal could assail; For more than twice three hundred years The terror of the Indian vale. By blood and fire the robber band Answered the helpless village wail. Hot was his heart and cool his thought, When Napier from his Englishmen Up to the bandits' rampart glanced, And down upon his ranks again. Summoned to dare a deed like that, Which of them all would answer then? What sullen regiment is this That lifts its eyes to dread Cutchee? Abased, its standard bears no flag. For thus the punishment shall be That England metes to Englishmen Who shame her once by mutiny. From out the disgraced Sixty-Fourth There stepped a hundred men of might. Cried Napier: "Now prove to me I read my soldiers' hearts aright! Form! Forward! Charge, my volunteers! Your colors are on yonder height!" So sad is shame, so wise is trust! The challenge echoed bugle-clear. Like fire along the Sixty-Fourth From rank to file rang cheer on cheer. In death and glory up the pass They fought for all to brave men dear. Old is the tale, but read anew In every warring human heart. What rebel hours, what coward shame, Upon the aching memory start! To find the ideal forfeited, -- What tears can teach the holy art? Thou great Commander! leading on Through weakest darkness to strong light; By any anguish, give us back Our life's young standard, pure and bright. O fair, lost Colors of the soul! For your sake storm we any height. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLOUCESTER HARBOR by ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD MALVERN HILL by ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD THE ROOM'S WIDTH by ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |
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