VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance Her haughty brow against the coast of France, Now is the time to prove your hardiment! To France be words of invitation sent! They from their fields can see the countenance Of your fierce war, may ken the glittering lance And hear you shouting forth your brave intent. Left single, in bold parley, ye, of yore, Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath; Confirmed the charters that were yours before; -- No parleying now! In Britain is one breath; We all are with you now from shore to shore: -- Ye men of Kent, 'tis victory or death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE GIRL OF ALL PERIODS; AN IDYLL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |