Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW LONDON, by FRANCES M. CAULKINS First Line: When this fair town was nam-e-aug Last Line: Laid deep for us these firm foundations. Subject(s): New London, Connecticut | ||||||||
WHEN this fair town was Nam-e-aug, A bleak, rough waste of hill and bog, In huts of seaweed, thatch, and log, Our fathers few, but strong and cheery, Sate down amid these deserts dreary. 'T was all a wild, unchristian wood; A fearful, boisterous solitude; A harbor for the wild-fowl's brood, Where countless flocks of every pinion Held o'er the shores a bold dominion. The sea-hawk hung his cumbrous nest, Oak-propped, on every highland crest; Cranes through the seedy marshes prest; The curlew, by the river lying, Looked on God's image, him defying. The eagle-king soared high and free, His shadow on the glassy sea A sudden ripple seemed to be; The sunlight in his pinions burning Shrouded him from eyes upturning. They came; the weary-footed band, The paths they cleared, the streams they spanned; The woodland genius grew more bland; In haste his tangled vines unweaving, Them and their hopes with joy receiving. Great hearts were those that hither came, -- A Winthrop of undying fame, A Brewster of an honored name, -- Great hearts, the growth of three great nations, Laid deep for us these firm foundations. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLOWDEN HALSEY; 1812 by CAROLINE FRANCES ORNE THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE LIBELLER'S SELF-REPROOF by ROBERT BURNS |
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