Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES ON THE CAMP HILL NEAR HASTINGS, by THOMAS CAMPBELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In the deep blue of eve Last Line: And to-morrow beheld it their own. Subject(s): Hastings, England | ||||||||
IN the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars had begun, Or the lark took his leave Of the skies and the sweet setting sun, I climbed to yon heights, Where the Norman encamped him of old. With his bowmen and knights, And his banner all burnished with gold At the Conqueror's side There his minstrelsy sat harp in hand, In pavilion wide; And they chanted the deeds of Roland. Still the ramparted ground With a vision my fancy inspires, And I hear the trump sound, As it marshalled our Chivalry's sires. On each turf of that mead Stood the captors of England's domains, That ennobled her breed And high-mettled the blood of her veins. Over hauberk and helm As the sun's setting splendor was thrown, Thence they looked o'er a realm -- And to-morrow beheld it their own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN OLD HASTINGS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL EXILE OF ERIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL |
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