Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY], by THOMAS CAMPBELL Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I love contemplating, apart Last Line: Of bonaparte. Variant Title(s): Soldier And Sailor Subject(s): France; Napoleon I (1769-1821) | ||||||||
I LOVE contemplating -- apart From all his homicidal glory -- The traits that soften to our heart Napoleon's glory! 'T was when his banners at Boulogne Armed in our island every freeman, His navy chanced to capture one Poor British seaman. They suffered him -- I know not how -- Unprisoned on the shore to roam; And aye was bent his longing brow On England's home. His eye, methinks! pursued the flight Of birds to Britain half-way over; With envy they could reach the white Dear cliffs of Dover. A stormy midnight watch, he thought, Than this sojourn would have been dearer, If but the storm his vessel brought To England nearer. At last, when care had banished sleep, He saw one morning, dreaming, doting, An empty hogshead from the deep Come shoreward floating; He hid it in a cave, and wrought The livelong day laborious; lurking Until he launched a tiny boat By mighty working Heaven help us! 't was a thing beyond Description wretched; such a wherry Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond, Or crossed a ferry. For, ploughing in the salt-sea field, It would have made the boldest shudder; Untarred, uncompassed, and unkeeled, -- No sail, no rudder. From neighboring woods he interlaced His sorry skiff with wattled willows; And thus equipped he would have passed The foaming billows, -- But Frenchmen caught him on the beach, His little Argo sorely jeering; Till tidings of him chanced to reach Napoleon's hearing. With folded arms Napoleon stood, Serene alike in peace and danger; And, in his wonted attitude, Addressed the stranger: -- "Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned, Thy heart with some sweet British lass Must be impassioned." "I have no sweetheart," said the lad; "But -- absent long from one another -- Great was the longing that I had To see my mother." "And so thou shalt," Napoleon said, "Ye've both my favor fairly won; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son." He gave the tar a piece of gold, And, with a flag of truce, commanded He should be shipped to England Old, And safely landed. Our sailor oft could scarcely shift To find a dinner, plain and hearty, But never changed the coin and gift Of Bonaparte. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BONAPARTISME by KENNETH REXROTH AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP by ROBERT BROWNING NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL NAPOLEON by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL |
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