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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHARADE ON THE NAME OF CAMPBELL, THE POET, by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Come from my first, ay, come! / the battle-dawn is nigh Last Line: On the turf of a soldier's grave. Variant Title(s): Camp-bell Subject(s): Campbell, Thomas (1777-1844) | |||
COME from my first, ay, come! The battle-dawn is nigh; And the screaming trump and the thundering drum Are calling thee to die! Fight as thy father fought; Fall as thy father fell; Thy task is taught; thy shroud is wrought; So forward and farewell! Toll ye my second, toll! Fling high the flambeau's light, And sing the hymn for a parted soul Beneath the silent night! The wreath upon his head, The cross upon his breast, Let the prayer be said and the tear be shed, So, -- take him to his rest! Call ye my whole,--ay, call The lord of lute and lay; And let him greet the sable pall With a noble song to-day. Go, call him by his name! No fitter hand may crave To light the flame of a soldier's fame On the turf of a soldier's grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WYOMING by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE SEVEN STARS: A CONSTELLATION OF SCOTTISH POETS: CAMPBELL by JANET HAMILTON GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |
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