Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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SHORES OF THE DANUBE.
By these proud Danube shores, of yore was heardThe bray of trumpet and the beat of drum;
For here did marshalled hostile armies come!
Here the fierce war-horse had his mettle stirred,
And pawing, ploughed the ground; here loud the word
Was given to charge—to strike; but now no hum
Of multitudes is heard—the air is dumb;
By the road-side a few tired serfs ungird
Themselves for rest—with their hot morning's work
Weary, though still 'tis morning!—for their day
Soon openeth!—Morn to their sealed eyes grows murk:
Near stands an ancient cross that seems to say,
“My might did tame the crescents of the Turk;
In me trust alway!—till the Earth melt away!”
Wilshaffen.
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