Poetical fragments of the late Richard Alfred Millikin with an authentic memoir of his life |
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ODE TO THE MEMORY OF THE PATRIOT POLES. |
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ODE TO THE MEMORY OF THE PATRIOT POLES.
Written in the Year 1796.
O'er sad Masovia's ravaged plains,
Where sullen, silent, anguish reigns,
The Muse directs her flight:
There mourns o'er many a hero's grave,
Who died his country's rights to save,
And sunk in glorious fight!
Where sullen, silent, anguish reigns,
The Muse directs her flight:
There mourns o'er many a hero's grave,
Who died his country's rights to save,
And sunk in glorious fight!
She there shall wake the solemn shell,
Whilst freedom's voice the dirge shall swell,
And mingle grateful verse;
There tears shall dim the patriots eye,
And there full oft the deep drawn sigh
Shall valour's bosom pierce.
Whilst freedom's voice the dirge shall swell,
And mingle grateful verse;
There tears shall dim the patriots eye,
And there full oft the deep drawn sigh
Shall valour's bosom pierce.
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Sleep, honour'd dust, whilst o'er each grave
Meek Spring a verdant wreath shall weave:
Her sweets shall Summer share;
There Autumn shall bestrew her leaves,
And Winter as along he raves
Shall pause, and murmur there.
Meek Spring a verdant wreath shall weave:
Her sweets shall Summer share;
There Autumn shall bestrew her leaves,
And Winter as along he raves
Shall pause, and murmur there.
There fancy oft shall rapt behold,
The fairy people dress the mould,
When twilight dulls the scene;
There visionary hosts shall stand,
To meet in air the Russian band,
And wave their banners sheen.
The fairy people dress the mould,
When twilight dulls the scene;
There visionary hosts shall stand,
To meet in air the Russian band,
And wave their banners sheen.
In future times the hind shall say,
As delving in the hallow'd clay,
Their mould'ring bones he rears;
Lo! these were they by freedom warm'd,
Who for their native country arm'd,
And fell amid her tears.
As delving in the hallow'd clay,
Their mould'ring bones he rears;
Lo! these were they by freedom warm'd,
Who for their native country arm'd,
And fell amid her tears.
And round the spot the swains shall bend,
And with full hearts due praises blend,
And share an honest pride:
There as he eyes the hillock'd sand,
The herdsman shall uncover'd stand,
And turn his flocks aside.
And with full hearts due praises blend,
And share an honest pride:
There as he eyes the hillock'd sand,
The herdsman shall uncover'd stand,
And turn his flocks aside.
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