HERE, foremost in the dang'rous paths of fame, Young Williams fought for England's fair renown; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorn'd his frame, Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown. At Aix, uncall'd his maiden-sword he drew, (There first in blood his infant glory seal'd) From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew, And scorn'd repose, when Britain took the field. With eyes of flame and cool intrepid breast, Victor he stood on Belleisle's rocky steeps: Ah gallant Youth! this marble tells the rest, Where melancholy Friendship bends and weeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON COURT by JOHN DAVIDSON TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING |