LIFE'S parting beams were in his eye, Life's closing accents on his tongue, When round him pealing to the sky, The shout of victory rung! Then, ere his gallant spirit fled, A smile so bright illumed his face -- Oh! never, of the light it shed, Shall memory lose a trace! His was a death, whose rapture high Transcended all that life could yield; His warmest prayer was so to die, On the red battle-field! And they may feel, who loved him most, A pride so holy and so pure: Fate hath no power o'er those who boast A treasure thus secure! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE THE DEATH OF HAMPDEN by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY LOVE'S MELODY by BARBARA MARIE BOOTH CASUAL MEETING by MARGARET E. BRUNER ON A CLUB OF SOTS by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) |