Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OCEAN-FIGHT, by ANONYMOUS First Line: The sun had sunk beneath the west Last Line: "full many a bard shall chant his lays, / their requiem" Subject(s): Avon (ship);sea Battles;war Of 1812;wasp (ship); Naval Warfare | ||||||||
THE sun had sunk beneath the west, When two proud barks to battle press'd, With swelling sail and streamers dress'd, So gallantly. Proud Britain's pennon flouts the skies: Columbia's flag more proudly flies, Her emblem stars of victories Beam gloriously. Sol's lingering rays, through vapors shed, Have streak'd the sky of bloody red, And now the ensanguined lustre spread Heaven's canopy. Dread prelude to that awful night When Britain's and Columbia's might Join'd in the fierce and bloody fight, Hard rivalry. Now, lowering o'er the stormy deep, Dank, sable clouds more threatening sweep: Yet still the barks their courses keep Unerringly. The northern gales more fiercely blow, The white foam dashing o'er the prow; The starry crescent round each bow Beams vividly. Near and more near the war-ships ride, Till, ranged for battle, side by side, Each warrior's heart beats high with pride Of chivalry. 'T was awful, ere the fight begun, To see brave warriors round each gun, While thoughts on home and carnage run, Stand silently. As death-like stillness reigns around, Nature seems wrapp'd in peace profound, Ere fires, volcanic, mountain bound, Burst furiously. So, bursting from Columbia's prow, Her thunder on the red-cross foe, The lurid cloud's sulphuric glow Glares awfully. Reechoing peals more fiercely roar, Britannia's shatter'd sides run gore, The foaming waves that raged before, Sink, tremulous. Columbia's last sulphuric blaze, That lights her stripes and starry rays, The vanquish'd red-cross flag betrays, Struck fearfully. And, hark! their piercing shrieks of wo! Haste, haste and save the sinking foe: Haste, e'er their wreck to bottom go, Brave conquerors. Now, honor to the warriors brave, Whose field of fame, the mountain wave, Their corses bear to ocean's cave, Their sepulchre. Their country's paeans swell their praise; And whilst the warm tear, gushing, strays, Full many a bard shall chant his lays, Their requiem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ABOARD U.S.S. 'GROWLER'; IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM HICKEY, 1944 by CHARLES OLSON THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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