They sunk a graven stone into the ground Where first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd, Whereon an angry record of his wound Beneath those fair memorial lines, was scor'd; At night the accusing tablet was replac'd By one, discharged of that injurious word, That pierced the general bosom like a sword, Belied their love, their common hope disgrac'd. Lie firm, thou latest-written rock! his meed Of honour should be neighbour'd by no groan Of party spleen - perish the bitter seed In the pure marble furrow vainly sown! Why brand with purposed hate a casual deed That made our hero's noble patience known? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PILGRIMAGE by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY VIVAMUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 5 by ROBERT BROWNING UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |