Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT LLYNCWMSTRAETHY, by CAROLINE CLIVE First Line: As one, whose country is distraught with war Last Line: Oft won, oft lost, and oh, too dear to lose! Alternate Author Name(s): V; Meysey-wigley, Caroline Variant Title(s): Conflict | ||||||||
AS one, whose country is distraught with war, Where each must guard his own with watchful hand, Roams at the evening hour along the shore, And fain would seek beyond a calmer land; So I, perplexed on life's tumultuous way, Where evil pow'rs too oft my soul enslave, Along thy ocean, Death, all pensive stray, And think of shores thy further billows lave. And glad were I to hear the boatman's cry, Which to his shadowy bark my steps should call, To woe and weakness heave my latest sigh, And cease to combat where so oft I fall. Or happier, when some victory cheer'd my breast, That hour to quit the anxious field would choose; And seek th' eternal seal on virtue's rest, Oft won, oft lost, and oh, too dear to lose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AUGUST EVENING, 1865 by CAROLINE CLIVE AUGUST, 1865 by CAROLINE CLIVE BEATEN TO DEATH by CAROLINE CLIVE EPITAPH FOR A YOUNG LADY by CAROLINE CLIVE FRIENDS OF YOUTH by CAROLINE CLIVE FRONTISPIECE OF AN ALBUM by CAROLINE CLIVE |
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