HILL! whose high daring with renew'd success Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the cloud Of expectation, dark and comfortless, Hung on the mountains; and yon factious crowd Blasphemed their country's valour, babbling loud! Then was thine arm reveal'd, to whose young might, By Toulon's leaguer'd wall, the fiercest bow'd; Whom Egypt honour'd, and the dubious fight Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Douro, and Talavera's gory bays; Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found. -- So still, young warrior, may thy toil-earn'd praise, With England's love and England's honour crown'd, Gild with delight thy father's latter days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |