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STANZAS WRITTEN AFTER THE FUNERAL OF ADMIRAL SIR DAVID MILNE, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: Another, yet another! Year by year Last Line: The name of milne shall be an honour'd name. Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Death; Funerals; Graves; Milne, Admiral Sir David (1763-1845); Dead, The; Burials; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
I. ANOTHER, yet another! year by year As time progresses with resistless sweep, Sever'd from life, the patriots disappear, Who bore St George's standards o'er the deep: II. Heroic men, whose decks were Britain's trust, When banded Europe scowl'd around in gloom; Nor least, though latest Thou, whose honour'd dust Our steps this day have follow'd to the tomb. III. Yet, gallant Milne, what more could'st thou desire, Replete in fame, in years, and honour, save To wrap thy sea-cloak round thee, and expire, Where thou had'st lived in glory, on the wave? IV. From boyhood to thy death-day, 'mid the scenes Where love is garner'd, or the brave have striven, With scarce a breathing-time that intervenes, Thy life was to our country's service given. V. A British sailor! 'twas thy proud delight Up glory's rugged pathway to aspire; Ready in council, resolute in fight, And Spartan coolness temper'd Roman fire! VI. Yes; sixty years have pass'd, since, in thy prime, Plunging from off the shatter'd Blanche, o'erboard Amid the moonlight waves, 'twas thine to climb La Pique's torn side, and take the Frenchman's sword. VII. And scarcely less remote that midnight dread, Or venturous less that daring, when La Seine Dismay'd, dismasted, cumber'd with her dead, Struck to the ship she fledand fought in vain. VIII. And veterans now are all, who, young in heart, Burn'd as they heard, how o'er the watery way, Compell'd to fight, yet eager to depart, The Vengeance battled through the livelong day IX. Battled with thee, who, steadfast on her track, Not to be shaken off, untiring bent; And how awhile the fire from each grew slack, The shatter'd masts to splice, and riggings rent; X. And how, at dawn, the conflict was renewed, Muzzle to muzzle, almost hand to hand, Till useless on the wave, and carnage-strew'd, The foe lay wreck'd on St Domingo's strand; XI. And how huzza'd his brave triumphant crew, And how the hero burn'd within his eye, When Milne beheld upon the staff, where flew The tricolor, the flag of Britain fly! XII. And yet once more thy country calls!beneath The towers and demi-lune of dark Algiers The Impregnable is anchor'd, in the teeth Of bomb-proof batteries, frowning, tiers on tiers. XIII. Another day of triumph for the right Of laurels fresh for Exmouth and for thee When Afric's Demon, palsied at the sight Of Europe's Angel, bade the slave go free! XIV. But when away War's fiery storms had burn'd, And Peace regladden'd Earth with skies of blue, Thy sword into the pruning-hook was turn'd, And Cæsar into Cincinnatus grew. XV. The poor's protector, the unbiass'd judge, 'Twas thine with warm unwearied zeal to lend Time to each duty's call, without a grudge The Christian, and the Patriot, and the Friend. XVI. Farewell! 'tis dust to dust within the grave; But while one heart beats high to Scotland's fame, Best of the good, and bravest of the brave, The name of Milne shall be an honour'd name. | 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 THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |
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