Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FRENCH AND SPANISH GUERRILLAS, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast Last Line: And hang like dreams around his guilty bed. Subject(s): Soldiers | ||||||||
HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blast From bleak hill-top, and length of march by night Through heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height -- These hardships ill-sustained, these dangers past, The roving Spanish Bands are reached at last, Charged, and dispersed like foam: but as a flight Of scattered quails by signs do reunite, So these, -- and, heard of once again, are chased With combinations of long-practised art And newly-kindled hope; but they are fled -- Gone are they, viewless as the buried dead: Where now? -- Their sword is at the Foeman's heart; And thus from year to year his walk they thwart, And hang like dreams around his guilty bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL ARMIES ARE THE SAME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY ABSENT WITH OFFICIAL LEAVE by RANDALL JARRELL PORT OF EMBARKATION by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON OPERATION MEMORY by DAVID LEHMAN A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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