"ASK ye why around me twine Tendrils of the Gascon vine? Ask ye, why in martial pride, Sculptured laurels deck my side, Blended with that noble tree, Badge of Albion's liberty? Cambria me, for glory won By the waves of broad Garonne, Sends to greet her bravest son; Proved beyond the western deep, By rebel clans on Ulster's steep; Proved, where first, on Gallia's plain, The banish'd lily bloom'd again; And proved where ancient bounty calls The traveller to his father's halls! Nor marvel, then, that round me twine The oak, the laurel, and the vine: For thus was Cambria wont to see Her Hirlas-horn of victory: Nor Cambria e'er, in days of yore, To worthier chief the Hirlas bore!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |