Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THAMES, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography First Line: Let the rhine be blue and bright Last Line: My own, my native thames! Subject(s): Thames (river) | ||||||||
Let the Rhine be blue and bright In its path of liquid light, Where the red grapes fling a beam Of glory on the stream; Let the gorgeous beauty there Mingle all that's rich and fair; Yet to me it ne'er could be Like that river, great and free, The Thames! the mighty Thames! Though it bear no azure wave, Though no pearly foam may lave, Or leaping cascades pour Their rainbows on its shore; Yet I ever chose to dwell Where I neard its gushing swell; And never skimmed its breast, But I warmly praised and blest The Thames! the mighty Thames! Can ye find in all the world A braver flag unfurled Than that which floats above The stream I sing and love? Oh! what a burning glow Has thrilled my breast and brow, To see that proud flag come With glory to its home, The Thames! the mighty Thames! Did ribs more firm and fast E'er meet the shot or blast Than the gallant barks that glide On its full and steady tide? Would ye seek a dauntless crew, With hearts to dare and hands to do? You'll find the foe proclaims They are cradled on the Thames, The Thames, the mighty Thames! They say the mountain child Oft loves his torrent wild So well, that should he part He breaks his pining heart. He grieves with smothered signs Till his wearing spirit dies. And so I yearn to thee, Thou river of the free, My own, my native Thames! | Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE BAB-LOCK-HYTHE by LAURENCE BINYON THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: AUGUST. ON THE THAMES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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