Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLAD, by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON Poet's Biography First Line: Back to the river so lately pass'd o'er Last Line: In a single grave repose. Alternate Author Name(s): Egerton-warburton, R. E. Subject(s): Death; French Revolutionary Wars (1792-1802); Love - Marital; Marriage; Dead, The; Wedded Love; Marriage - Love; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
I. BACK to the river so lately pass'd o'er, Fast as that river flows, France takes flight to the Rhine once more From the might of her Austrian foes. II. There was a young and lovely bride 'Mid the ranks of those that fled; She follow'd the steps and she fought by the side Of him she had lately wed. III. She had left her home in that fertile soil Where the vine and the olive grow, For fields of blood, and to share in the toil That her lover must undergo. IV. Alas! that love which had nerved her heart To war and its daring deeds, Could not to her tender frame impart The strength a soldier needs. V. Now linger'd that youth with his bride in the rear, For her limbs began to fail, And the hue of her cheek, tho' unchanged by fear, With weariness grew pale. VI. He look'd on her features in fond despair, As he held her to his breast; And her drooping head as they tarried there, Sunk in his arms to rest. VII. From that hurried sleep when she woke again, Far from her anxious sight The distant bands of her countrymen Had vanish'd in their flight. VIII. Then together they left the beaten track, And sought the forest shade: She wish'd from that host not a soldier back, While her own stood by to aid. IX. Hid from the search of pursuers there, For days and nights they sped; The fruits of the forest their only fare, The leaves their only bed. X. Fondly they thought that those paths might guide Once more to their native land; Vain hope! what sees that startled bride? Why grasps she her lover's hand? XI. 'Tis the levell'd gun of a foeman near, Half hid by the copsewood screen; She clung, as a shield, to that breast so dear, And the fatal flash was seen! XII. They felltheir heart's blood stain'd the spot Where yon lonely cypress grows; Their bodies, pierced by that single shot, In a single grave repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON |
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