THOU wonder of the Atlantic shore, Whose deeds a million hearts appall; Thy fate shall pity's eye deplore, Or vengeance for thy ruin call. Thou man of soul! whose feeble form Seems as a leaf the gales defy, Though scattered in sedition's storm, Yet borne by glorious hope on high. Such did the youthful Ammon seem, And such does Europe's scourge appear, As, of the sun, a vertic beam, The brightest in the golden year. Nature, who many a gift bestowed, The strong herculean limbs denied, But gave -- a mind, where genius glowed, A soul, to valor's self allied. Ambition as her curse was seen, Thy every blessing to annoy; To blight thy laurels' tender green; The banner of thy fame destroy. Ambition, by the bard defined The fault of godlike hearts alone, Like fortune in her frenzy, blind, Here gives a prison, there a throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES |