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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLENHEIM, SELECTION, by JOHN PHILIPS Last Line: Of drums, o'ercame their groans. Alternate Author Name(s): Phillips, John+(1) | |||
NOW from each van The brazen instruments of death discharge Horrible flames, and turbid streaming clouds Of smoke sulphureous; intermixed with these Large globous irons fly, of dreadful hiss, Singeing the air, and from long distance bring Surprising slaughter; on each side they fly By chains connexed, and with destructive sweep Behead whole troops at once; the hairy scalps Are whirled aloof, while numerous trunks bestrow Th' ensanguined field; with latent mischief stored Show'rs of grenadoes rain, by sudden burst Disploding murd'rous bowels, fragments of steel, And stones, and glass, and nitrous grain adust. A thousand ways at once the shivered orbs Fly diverse, working torment and foul rout With deadly bruise, and gashes furrowed deep. Of pain impatient, the high-prancing steeds Disdain the curb, and, flinging to and fro, Spurn their dismounted riders; they expire Indignant, by unhostile wounds destroyed. Thus through each army death in various shapes Prevailed; here mangled limbs, here brains and gore Lie clotted; lifeless some: with anguish these Gnashing, and loud laments invoking aid, Unpitied and unheard; the louder din Of guns, and trumpets' clang, and solemn sound Of drums, o'ercame their groans. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PHILOSOPHIES by MADELEINE AARON A WORD TO THE 'ELECT' by ANNE BRONTE |
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