AT Saratoff and Tzaritozine, Where Wolga's surges lave the shore, The stream receives the Kamouchine, And proudly wafts its added store. And two fair barks in gayest pride, All on the swelling current ply, And o'er the rippling surface glide, With many a streamer waving high. And when the fields are clothed in green, A sturdy train from Tanais' shore, Repair to Wolga's busy scene, And gayly tug the pliant oar. And as they urge the gliding prow, To every measured stroke they sing; And Peter forms each ardent vow, Great Peter, Russia's lord and king! At Mentchikoff, the poor man's foe, Deep murmurs speak their inward rage; Dire author he of all their woe, -- The stripling's bane, the bane of age. "He shares the bread we earn," they cry, As they the doleful strain prolong; "At his approach all pleasures fly, -- The merry dance, the joyous song." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD FULLNESS OF THE BIBLE by H. J. BETTS IDYLL 2. EROS AND THE FOWLER by BION TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE THREE BLACK CROWS; SPOKEN AT THE FREE GRAMMAR SCHOOL IN MANCHESTER by JOHN BYROM |