Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRAVE WOLFE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "cheer up, my young men all" Last Line: "o then,' brave wolfe replied, / 'I qiut the world with pleasure'" Subject(s): "quebec, Battle Of (1759);wolfe, James (1727-1759); | ||||||||
CHEER up, my young men all, Let nothing fright you; Though oft objections rise, Let it delight you. Let not your fancy move Whene'er it comes to trial; Nor let your courage fail At the first denial. I sat down by my love, Thinking that I woo'd her; I sat down by my love, But sure not to delude her. But when I got to speak, My tongue it doth so quiver, I dare not speak my mind, Whenever I am with her. Love, here's a ring of gold, 'T is long that I have kept it, My dear, now for my sake, I pray you to accept it. When you the posy read, Pray think upon the giver, My dear, remember me, Or I'm undone forever. Then Wolfe he took his leave, Of his most lovely jewel; Although it seemed to be To him, an act most cruel. Although it's for a space I'm forced to leave my love, My dear, where'er I rove, I'll ne'er forget my dove. So then this valiant youth Embarked on the ocean, To free America From faction's dire commotion. He landed at Quebec, Being all brave and hearty; The city to attack, With his most gallant party. Then Wolfe drew up his men, In rank and file so pretty, On Abraham's lofty heights, Before this noble city. A distance from the town The noble French did meet them, In double numbers there, Resolved for to beat them. A Parley: WOLFE and MONTCALM together Montcalm and this brave youth, Together they are walking; So well they do agree, Like brothers they are talking. Then each one to his post, As they do now retire; Oh, then their numerous hosts Began their dreadful fire. Then instant from his horse, Fell this most noble hero, May we lament his loss In words of deepest sorrow. The French are seen to break, Their columns all are flying; Then Wolfe he seems to wake; Though in the act of dying. And lifting up his head (The drums and trumpets rattle), And to his army said, "I pray how goes the battle?" His aide-de-camp replied, "Brave general, 't is in our favor, Quebec and all her pride, 'T is nothing now can save her. "She falls into our hands, With all her wealth and treasure." "O then," brave Wolfe replied, "I quit the world with pleasure." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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