Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON AN ANCIENT LANCE, HANGING IN AN ARMOURY, by HORACE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Once in the breezy coppice didst thou dance Last Line: And with his mouldered eyes again replace. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Horatio Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales; Past; Silence | ||||||||
ONCE in the breezy coppice didst thou dance, And nightingales amid thy foliage sang; Formed by man's cruel art into a lance, Oft hast thou pierced, (the while the welkin rang With trump and drum, shoutings and battle clang,) Some foeman's heart. Pride, pomp, and circumstance, Have left thee, now, and thou dost silent hang, From age to age, in deep and dusty trance. What is thy change to ours? These gazing eyes, To earth reverting, may again arise In dust to settle on the self-same space; Dust, which some offspring, yet unborn, who tries To poise thy weight, may with his hand efface, And with his mouldered eyes again replace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF SILENCE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TANKA DIARY (9) by HARRYETTE MULLEN 7 A.M., A MAN AND A WOMAN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH |
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