Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARSHAL SCHWERIN'S GRAVE, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou didst fall in the field with thy silver hair Last Line: To win thee but this at last? Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Graves; Prague, Czech Republic; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
THOU didst fall in the field with thy silver hair, And a banner in thy hand; Thou wert laid to rest from thy battles there By a proudly mournful band. In the camp, on the steed, to the bugle's blast, Thy long bright years had sped; And a warrior's bier was thine at last, When the snows had crowned thy head. Many had fallen by thy side, old chief! Brothers and friends, perchance; But thou wert yet as the fadeless leaf, And light was in thy glance. The soldier's heart at thy step leaped high, And thy voice the war-horse knew; And the first to arm, when the foe was nigh, Wert thou, the bold and true. Now mayest thou slumber, -- thy work is done, -- Thou of the well-worn sword! From the stormy fight in thy fame thou 'rt gone, But not to the festal board. The corn-sheaves whisper thy grave around, Where fiery blood hath flowed; O, lover of battle and trumpet-sound! Thou art couched in a still abode! A quiet home from the noonday's glare, And the breath of the wintry blast, -- Didst thou toil through the days of thy silvery hair To win thee but this at last? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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