The Hunter's Vision

Description

THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS
I.
Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent
On the rugged forest ground,
And light our fire with the branches rent
By winds from the beeches round.
Wild storms have torn this ancient wood,
But a wilder is at hand,
With hail of iron and rain of blood,
To sweep and waste the land.
II.
How the dark wood rings with voices shrill,
That startle the sleeping bird;
To-morrow eve must the voice be still,
And the step must fall unheard.
The Briton lies by the blue Champlain,
In Ticonderoga's towers,
And ere the sun rise twice again,
The towers and the lake are ours.
III.
Fill up the bowl from the brook that glides
Where the fireflies light the brake;
A ruddier juice the Briton hides
In his fortress by the lake.
Build high the fire, till the panther leap
From his lofty perch in flight,
And we'll strenghten our weary arms with sleep
For the deeds of to-morrow night.

Détails

Auteur: William Cullen Bryant

Editeur: Culturea

Format: Broché

Presentation: Broché

Date de parution: 29 Février 2024

Nombre de pages: 46

Dimensions: 17 x 22 x 0,3

Prix publique: 12,00 €

Information complémentaires

Série: American Poetry

Classification: Littérature générale > Poésie

Code Classification: 3435 > 3633

EAN-13: 9791041987146