Metrical Memories of the Late War and Other Poems by James ReedMetrical Memories of the Late War and Other Poems by James Reed

Metrical Memories of the Late War and Other Poems

byJames Reed

Paperback | February 2, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861. Excerpt: ... BUENS' CENTENARY FESTIVAL. My native land! full often have ye been Unconquer'd Freedom's glorious battle-plain, When from the shaggy glen or dark ravine, (Nature's sequester'd lone romantic fane,) Our fathers nish'd with ready glaive and brand, To die, or free their own green Northern land. But now no fell invader treads thy heath, Nor arm you now to break Oppression's thrall, No trumpet's fanfare, pursuivant of death, Summons the eagle to its carnival; And yet, in hall and cot, in grange and sheiling, Scotia! thy ancient gathering song is pealing. The spirit of my Country wakes, and high Throbs her bold bosom with exultant throe, The joy-flame lightens in her bright blue eye, And lustrous on her brow proud memories glow! She strikes her harp with rapt ecstatic hand To "Auld lang syne!" all jubilant and bland. Through time's tempestuous vista backward borne, A gulph of histories, eventful,--strange,--A lapse with War's red surges rent and torn,--Thrones, dynasties o'erthrown, her wild notes range, 'Till from that dissonance she turns away To hail her "Peasant Poet's" natal day. Of "Auld lang syne" her dulcet harpings tell, And, oh! though homely seems the descant strain, What Scottish breast that hears it doth not swell As with Devotion's rapt and pure refrain, And for a while, how transient or how brief, Does not become assoil'd from care and grief? And "Auld lang syne" beheld the midnight hour Of Scotland's Muse; when every venal bard--Bond-slave of swollen wealth and crested pow'r, A servile lyre tuned for a slave's reward,--Saw Talent crouching at a lordling's heel, And Genius chain'd beside his chariot wheel. A hundred years ago, and all was gloom! The cottage-mind was dark as midnight waste, Bleak ignorance and toil the peasant's doom, Like the blin...
Title:Metrical Memories of the Late War and Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:42 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.09 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217514499

ISBN - 13:9780217514491