To My Native Land Poem by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

To My Native Land

Rating: 5.0


My country! In thy days of glory past
A beauteous halo circled round thy brow
and worshipped as a deity thou wast—
Where is thy glory, where the reverence now?
Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last,
And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou,
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee
Save the sad story of thy misery!
Well—let me dive into the depths of time
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled
A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime
Which human eye may never more behold
And let the guerdon of my labour be,
My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bibekananda Saha 19 July 2012

First poem for freedom of India

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Kartik Duary 12 March 2018

One of the best poem

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Aarif kasgar 21 July 2018

Very very most poem par es ka Reference context Explanation nahe araha h

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Dilip 30 January 2019

One of the best porm , good

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Mahtab Bangalee 17 December 2019

the country the home land the native land is the real guardian for every inhabitant ////

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Rajnish Manga 22 November 2020

This is my second visit to this patriotic composition. I have translated this poem into Hindi and will be publishing shortly. Thanks.

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Kingsley Egbukole 17 December 2019

" Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou" When the glorious days are lost. Beautiful.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 December 2019

My native land! ! ! ! Save the sad story of thy mistery! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rajnish Manga 17 December 2019

My country! In thy days of glory past and worshipped as a deity thou wast— Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? .... //... A poem written to express the anguish at the misery of this country (India) when it was under the British colonial rule vis-à-vis that of her glorious past. I read it in my school.

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Anil Kumar Panda 17 December 2019

A poem remembering the golden past of the country. Poem with a smooth flow and nice rhyming that makes good reading. 'Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee Save the sad story of thy misery! '.. is very nice.10++

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