Fitz-Greene Halleck Poems
|1.||A Poet’s Daughter||9/29/2010|
|7.||From The Italian||9/29/2010|
|10.||Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp||9/29/2010|
|11.||On The Death Of Joseph Rodman Drake||9/29/2010|
|12.||On The Death Of Lieut. William Howard Allen, Of The American Navy||9/29/2010|
|15.||The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga||9/29/2010|
|17.||The World Is Bright Before Thee||9/29/2010|
Comments about Fitz-Greene Halleck
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his power;
In dreams, through camp and court he bore.
The trophies of a conqueror;
In dreams his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet ring;
Then pressed that monarch's throne-a king:
As wild his thoughts and gay of wing
As Eden's garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian's ...
WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:
Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noon
When first we met upon 'the banks
And braes o'bonny Doon.'
Like thine, beneath the thorn-tree's bough,
My sunny hour was glad and brief,
We've crossed the winter sea, and thou
Art withered,—flower and leaf.