Hector Macneill Poems
|41.||Poetry The Pastoral, Or Lyric Muse Of Scotland. Canto First||10/19/2012|
|42.||Scotland's Scaith, Or, The History O' Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale||10/19/2012|
|43.||My Luve's In Germany||10/19/2012|
|44.||Grandeur : An Ode||10/19/2012|
|45.||To C. L. Esq. With A Present Of A Large Bottle Of Old Jamaica Rum||10/19/2012|
|46.||Donald And Flora. A Ballad, On The Death Of A Friend Killed At The Battle Of Saratoga||10/19/2012|
|47.||Jeanie's Black Ee; Or Tha' Mi 'N Am Chodal, 'sna Duisgibh Mi||10/19/2012|
|48.||On Admiral Lord Nelson's Sending In The Hour Of Victory, A Flag Of Truce To Stop The Further Effusi||10/19/2012|
On Admiral Lord Nelson's Sending In The Hour Of Victory, A Flag Of Truce To Stop The Further Effusi
Again the tide of rapture swells;
Britannia sees new trophies rise;
Again the trump of vict'ry tells
That with the brave compassion lies!
In vain the carnage of the field!
In vain the conquest of the main!
The brave may bleed - the brave may yield,
'Tis Mercy binds the brave again!
True to the dictates of the heart
That melts to pity's godlike glow,
Humanity arrests the dart,
Half wing'd, to lay the vanquish'd low;
Swift through the battle's thund'ring storm;
See! deck'd in smiles she takes her stand;
Assumes her Nelson's fav'rite ...
To Eliza On Her Marriage
You're now, Eliza, fix'd for life;
In other words, you're now - a wife;
And let me whisper in your ear,
A wife, though fix'd, has cause to fear;
For much she risks, and much she loses
If an improper road she choses.
Yet think not that I mean to fright you,
My plan, au contraire's to delight you;
To draw the lines where comfort reaches;