HAIL, great destroyer (equalled yet by none) Of countries not your master's, nor your own; Hatched by some demon on a stormy day, Satan's best substitute to burn and slay; Confined at last; hemed in by land and sea, Burgoyne himself was but a type of thee! Like his, to freedom was your deadly hate, Like his your baseness, and be his your fate: To you, like him, no prospect Nature yields But ruined wastes and desolated fields -- In vain you raise the interposing wall, And hoist those standards that, like you, must fall, In you conclude the glories of your race, Complete your monarch's, and your own disgrace. What has your lordship's pilfering arms attained? -- Vast stores of plunder, but no STATE regained -- That may return, though you perhaps may groan. Restore it, CHARLEY, for 'tis not your own -- Then, lord and soldier, headlong to the brine Rush down at once -- the devil and the swine. Would'st thou at last with Washington engage, Sad object of his pity, not his rage? See, round thy posts how terribly advance The chiefs, the armies, and the fleets of France; Fight while you can, for warlike Rochambeau Aims at your head his last decisive blow; Unnumbered ghosts from earth untimely sped, Can take no rest till you, like them, are dead -- Then die, my Lord; that only chance remains To wipe away dishonourable stains, For small advantage would your capture bring, The plundering servant of a bankrupt king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THRENODY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE THE LAST LULLABY by HENRY BATAILLE |