Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (306 page)

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The Pipes at Lucknow

 

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

 

PIPES of the misty moorlands,
 
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
 
The treble of the rills!
Not the braes of bloom and heather,
  
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Nor the mountains dark with rain,
Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,
 
Have heard your sweetest strain!

 

Dear to the Lowland reaper,
 
And plaided mountaineer, —
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To the cottage and the castle
 
The Scottish pipes and dear; —
Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch
 
O’er mountain, loch, and glade;
But the sweetest of all music
  
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The pipes at Lucknow played.

 

Day by day the Indian tiger
 
Louder yelled, and nearer crept;
Round and round the jungle-serpent
 
Near and nearer circles swept.
  
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‘Pray for rescue, wives and mothers, —
 
Pray to-day!’ the soldier said;
‘To-morrow, death’s between us
 
And the wrong and shame we dread.’

 

Oh, they listened, looked, and waited,
  
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Till their hope became despair;
And the sobs of low bewailing
 
Filled the pauses of their prayer.
Then up spake a Scottish maiden,
 
With her ear unto the ground:
  
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‘Dinna ye hear it? — dinna ye hear it?
 
The pipes o’ Havelock sound!’

 

Hushed the wounded man his groaning;
 
Hushed the wife her little ones;
Alone they heard the drum-roll
  
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And the roar of Sepoy guns.
But to sounds of home and childhood
 
The Highland ear was true; —
As her mother’s cradle-crooning
 
The mountain pipes she knew.
  
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Like the march of soundless music
 
Through the vision of the seer,
More of feeling than of hearing,
 
Of the heart than of the ear,
She knew the droning pibroch,
  
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She knew the Campbell’s call:
‘Hark! hear ye no MacGregor’s,
 
The grandest o’ them all!’

 

Oh, they listened, dumb and breathless,
 
And they caught the sound at last;
  
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Faint and far beyond the Goomtee
 
Rose and fell the piper’s blast!
Then a burst of wild thanksgiving
 
Mingled woman’s voice and man’s;
‘God be praised! — the march of Havelock!
  
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The piping of the clans!’

 

Louder, nearer, fierce as vengeance,
 
Sharp and shrill as swords at strife,
Came the wild MacGregor’s clan-call,
 
Stinging all the air to life.
  
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But when the far-off dust-cloud
 
To plaided legions grew,
Full tenderly and blithesomely
 
The pipes of rescue blew!

 

Round the silver domes of Lucknow,
  
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Moslem mosque and Pagan shrine,
Breathed the air to Britons dearest,
 
The air of Auld Lang Syne.
O’er the cruel roll of war-drums
 
Rose that sweet and homelike strain;
  
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And the tartan clove the turban,
 
As the Goomtee cleaves the plain.

 

Dear to the corn-land reaper
 
And plaided mountaineer, —
To the cottage and the castle
  
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The piper’s song is dear.
Sweet sounds the Gaelic pibroch
 
O’er mountain, glen, and glade;
But the sweetest of all music
 
The pipes at Lucknow played!
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Barbara Frietchie

 

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

 

UP from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

 

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

 

Round about them orchards sweep,
  
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Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

 

Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

 

On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;
  
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Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

 

Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,

 

Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
  
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Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

 

Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

 

Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;
  
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In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.

 

Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.

 

Under his slouched hat left and right
  
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He glanced; the old flag met his sight

 

‘Halt!’ — the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
‘Fire!’ — out blazed the rifle-blast.

 

It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
  
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Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

 

She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.

 

‘Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
  
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But spare your country’s flag,’ she said.

 

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;

 

The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman’s deed and word;
  
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‘Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!’ he said.

 

All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:

 

All day long that free flag tost
  
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Over the heads of the rebel host.

 

Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;

 

And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.
  
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Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.

 

Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.

 

Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave,
  
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Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!

 

Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

 

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

The Chambered Nautilus

 

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894)

 

 
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
   
Sails the unshadowed main, —
   
The venturous bark that flings
 
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
 
In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings,
  
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And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

 

 
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
   
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
   
And every chambered cell,
  
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Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
   
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
   
Before thee lies revealed, —
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

 

 
Year after year beheld the silent toil
  
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That spread his lustrous coil;
   
Still, as the spiral grew,
 
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
   
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
   
Built up its idle door,
  
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Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

 

 
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
   
Child of the wandering sea,
   
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
 
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
  
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Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn!
 
  
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: —

 

 
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
   
As the swift seasons roll!
  
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Leave thy low-vaulted past!
 
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
 
  
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
   
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Old Ironsides

 

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894)

 

AY, tear her tattered ensign down!
 
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
 
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
  
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And burst the cannon’s roar; —
The meteor of the ocean air
 
Shall sweep the clouds no more.

 

Her deck once red with heroes’ blood,
 
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
  
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When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
 
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
 
Or know the conquered knee; —
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
  
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The eagle of the sea!

 

Oh, better that her shattered hulk
 
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
 
And there should be her grave:
  
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Nail to the mast her holy flag,
 
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
 
The lightning and the gale!

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

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