KEPPEL, returning from afar With laurels on his brow, Comes home to wage a sharper war, And with a fiercer foe. The blow was rais'd with cruel aim, And meant to pierce his heart, But lighting on his well earn'd fame Struck an immortal part. Slander and Envy strive to tear His wreath so justly won, But Truth, who made his cause her care, Has bound it faster on. The charge, that was design'd to sound The signal of disgrace, Has only call'd a navy round To praise him to his face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FRA GIACOMO by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN EPITAPH ON NOISY POLEMIC (BURNS'S 'BLETH'RIN BITCH') by ROBERT BURNS |