I GAZED, and lo! Afar and near, With hastening speed, now there, now here, The horseman rode with glittering spear -- 'T was awful to behold! Ten thousand men, in dread array -- On every hill and mound they lay -- A dreadful sight it was that day To see the front they formed. The polished sabres, waving high, Flashed brightly in the morning sky; While, beaming on the dazzled eye, The glittering bayonets shone. All, all was hushed among the trees, Save now and then a gentle breeze, Which stirr'd the brown and serried leaves That in the forest lay. But what is that which greets mine eye? Is it Columbia's sons I spy? Hark! Hark! I hear their battle cry -- Their shouts of victory! Still hotter does the conflict grow; While dealing death in every blow, McCook charged on the routed foe His daring little band. Rest, patriots, rest; the conflict's o'er, Your erring brethren punished sore; Oh, would they'd fight their friends no more, And cease this bloody strife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 24 by PHILIP SIDNEY A MINUTE by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN by JESSIE ALBERT BARNEY A DIALOGUE (TO BE SUNG TO THE VIOL, BY A BASE, AND A TREBLE) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |