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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
Are all content? A nation's right betrayed, And all content! Oh, slaves! oh, parricides! Oh, by the brightest hope a just man has, I blush to look around and call you men! What! with your own free willing hands yield up The ancient fabric of your constitution, To be a garrison , a common barrack, And common guard-house, and for common cut-throats! What, will ye all combine to tie a stone Each to each other's neck, and drown like dogs Within the tide of time, and never float To after ages, or at best, but float A buoyant pestilence? Can ye but dig. Your own dark graves, creep into them, and die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM BOUCHELLEEN-BAWN by JOHN BANIM DAMON AND PYTHIAS, SELS. by JOHN BANIM HE SAID THAT HE WAS NOT OUR BROTHER by JOHN BANIM TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE |
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