Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3, by ALFRED AUSTIN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And can it be, - when heaven this deep moat made Last Line: And perish smothered in a grave of gold! Subject(s): England; Liberty; English | ||||||||
And can it be, when Heaven this deep moat made, And filled it with the ungovernable seas, Gave us the winds for rampart, waves for frise, Behind which Freedom, elsewhere if betrayed, Might shelter find, and flourish unafraid, That men who learned to lisp at English knees Of English fame, to pamper womanish ease And swell the surfeits of voracious trade, Shall the impregnable breakers undermine, Take ocean in reverse, and, basely bold, Burrow beneath the bastions of the brine? -- Nay, England, if the citadel be sold For lucre thus, Tarpeia's doom be thine, And perish smothered in a grave of gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH ENGLISH TRAIN COMPARTMENT by JOHN UPDIKE |
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