TAKE these flowers which, purple waving, On the ruin'd rampart grew, Where, the sons of freedom braving, Rome's imperial standards flew. Warriors from the breach of danger Pluck no longer laurels there; They but yield the passing stranger Wild-flower wreaths for Beauty's hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK ON THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST RAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |