Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLDEN HILL, by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG Poet's Biography First Line: East of the rumble of broadway Last Line: On top of golden hill. Subject(s): New York City - Revolutionary Period | ||||||||
Where, in 1770, Was Shed the First Blood of the Revolution East of the rumble of Broadway, Among those streets where yesterday Is clean forgotten in the fray Of money and of trade, East from the ivy-shrouded walls Of gentlemanly old St. Paul's, My quiet way I made. And here, where Nassau touches Ann, Through all the noisy caravan Of this and other years, It seems from far there tingling comes The march of menthe roll of drums A bugle in my ears. A century and a half ago (Where now the cursing draymen go), Its call thrilled out "Beware!" Then Liberty was something new King George had not yet brewed his brew Nor redcoats drunk their share. Again that bugle-note is thrilling, Though ears be deaf and hearts unwilling It sings as loudly still As when they melted leaden kings Into all sorts of useful things On top of Golden Hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN NABBY, THE NEW YORK HOUSEKEEPER by PHILIP FRENEAU THE TOMB OF THE PATRIOTS by PHILIP FRENEAU A RAID OF THE NEUTRAL GROUND by ARTHUR GUITERMAN DECATUR'S TOAST by ARTHUR GUITERMAN FORT TRYON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN FRAUNCES' TAVERN by ARTHUR GUITERMAN MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY HILL by ARTHUR GUITERMAN AFTER THE PLAY by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG |
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