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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 49. THE ENGLISH RACE, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: The english spirits round me are mine own Last Line: Looked the whole spanish navy in the face. Subject(s): England; Revenge (ship); English | |||
The English spirits round me are mine own.— The Vikings' yearning is within my blood; The grey dim splendid endless ocean-flood Whose seething spray against my lips is thrown, Upward and shoreward by the salt winds blown, Is that whereon their white-sailed fierce ships stood:— And every tide hath laved our walls of wood, And every shore hath heard our cannons' tone. Though Greece be dear, yet am I of the race That held the blood-stained plain of Waterloo, Hour after hour, each soldier in his place, Till sunset slipped their tight-strained leash,—and who (One small ship's obstinate and dauntless crew) Looked the whole Spanish navy in the face. | 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 |
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