Star of England! Brunswick's pride! Thou hast suffer'd, droop'd, and died! Adversity, with piercing eye, Bade all her arrows round thee fly; She marked thee from thy cradle-bed, And plaited thorns around thy head! -- As the moon, whom sable clouds Now brightly shows -- now darkly shrouds -- So envy, with a serpent's eye, And slander's tongue of blackest dye, On thy pure name aspersions cast, And triumph'd o'er thy fame at last! But each dark tale of guilt and shame Shall darker fly to whence it came! A stranger in a foreign land, Oppress'd beneath a tyrant's hand, She drank the bitter cup of woe, And read Fate's black'ning volume through! The last, the bitterest drop was drank, The volume closed -- and all was blank! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL ON READING 'VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 5 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HASTINGS' SONNETS: 8 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES GRACE AFTER MEAT (1) by ROBERT BURNS WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS POEMS, FOR CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS |