KEPPEL, returning from afar With laurels on his brow, Comes home to wage a sharper war, And with a fiercer foe. The blow was rais'd with cruel aim, And meant to pierce his heart, But lighting on his well earn'd fame Struck an immortal part. Slander and Envy strive to tear His wreath so justly won, But Truth, who made his cause her care, Has bound it faster on. The charge, that was design'd to sound The signal of disgrace, Has only call'd a navy round To praise him to his face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER PRAYER by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY |