YOU to whom Victory we owe, Whose glories rise By sacrifice And from our fates below, Never did your Altars shine Feasted with Blood so near divine. Princes to whom we bow, As they to you, Thus you can ravish from a throne, And by their loss of pow'r declare your own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT APRIL - AND DYING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |