O LIMP-HAIRED Corsican! thy France was fair By Messidor's wide sunbeams lit! Like a rebellious steed that will not bear Or golden rein or iron bit; A tameless filly whose rude flanks did smoke With blood of royal kings outpoured, She proudly trod the ancestral soil and broke At last from tyranny abhorred. Never had she yet felt the mastering hand Harass and goad with whip and rein; Her back by saddle never had been spanned, Nor dragged a foreign chain; Ungroomed her wild mane; like a gypsy wench Proud-eyed, her haunches swayed On upright limbs; she made the whole world blench Unquiet when she neighed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI SEEN IN TWILIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |