Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties, Our race of existence is run! Thou grim King of Terrors; thou Life's gloomy foe! Go, frighten the coward and slave; Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know No terrors hast thou to the brave! Thou strik'st the dull peasant -- he sinks in the dark, Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name; Thou strik'st the young hero -- a glorious mark; He falls in the blaze of his fame! In the field of proud honour -- our swords in our hands, Our King and our country to save; While victory shines on Life's last ebbing sands, -- O! who would not die with the brave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |