HERE, foremost in the dang'rous paths of fame, Young Williams fought for England's fair renown; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorn'd his frame, Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown. At Aix, uncall'd his maiden-sword he drew, (There first in blood his infant glory seal'd) From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew, And scorn'd repose, when Britain took the field. With eyes of flame and cool intrepid breast, Victor he stood on Belleisle's rocky steeps: Ah gallant Youth! this marble tells the rest, Where melancholy Friendship bends and weeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE |