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Famous Squadrons Poems by Famous Poets

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by Burns, Robert
...d aye he catch’d the tither wretch,
 To fry them in his caudrons;
But now his Honour maun detach,
 Wi’ a’ his brimstone squadrons,
 Fast, fast this day.

See, see auld Orthodoxy’s faes
 She’s swingein thro’ the city!
Hark, how the nine-tail’d cat she plays!
 I vow it’s unco pretty:
There, Learning, with his Greekish face,
 Grunts out some Latin ditty;
And Common-sense is gaun, she says,
 To mak to Jamie Beattie
 Her plaint this day.

But there’s Morality himsel’,
 E...Read More

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...But joy to those stern hearts which glory in the law

Of murder paying murder's awful debt.
And now four squadrons in one charge are met.
From east and west, from north and south they come, 
At call of bugle and at roll of drum.
Their rifles rain hot hail upon the foe, 
Who flee from danger in death's jaws to go.
The Indians fight like maddened bulls at bay, 
And dying shriek and groan, wound the young ear of day.

A pallid captive a...Read More

by Marvell, Andrew

So I have seen in April's bud arise 
A fleet of clouds, sailing along the skies; 
The liquid region with their squadrons filled, 
Their airy sterns the sun behind does gild; 
And gentle gales them steer, and heaven drives, 
When, all on sudden, their calm bosom rives 
With thunder and lightning from each arm?d cloud; 
Shepherds themselves in vain in bushes shroud. 
Such up the stream the Belgic navy glides 
And at Sheerness unloads its stormy sides. 

Spragge...Read More

by Trumbull, John
...ern islands fall their prize;
See British flags, o'ermatch'd in might,
Put all their faith in instant flight,
Or broken squadrons, from th' affray,
Drag slow their wounded hulks away!
Behold his Chiefs, in daring setts,
D'Estaignes, De Grasses and Fayettes,
Spread through our camps their dread alarms,
And swell the fear of rebel arms!
Yet ere our glories sink in night,
A gleam of hope shall strike your sight;
As lamps, that fail of oil and fire,
Collect one glimm'ring to expi...Read More

by Milton, John
Fallacious hope, or arm th' obdured breast 
With stubborn patience as with triple steel. 
Another part, in squadrons and gross bands, 
On bold adventure to discover wide 
That dismal world, if any clime perhaps 
Might yield them easier habitation, bend 
Four ways their flying march, along the banks 
Of four infernal rivers, that disgorge 
Into the burning lake their baleful streams-- 
Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; 
Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep...Read More

by Milton, John
...real; from before her vanished Night, 
Shot through with orient beams; when all the plain 
Covered with thick embattled squadrons bright, 
Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds, 
Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view: 
War he perceived, war in procinct; and found 
Already known what he for news had thought 
To have reported: Gladly then he mixed 
Among those friendly Powers, who him received 
With joy and acclamations loud, that one, 
That of so many myriads fa...Read More

by Milton, John
...heir booty; scarce with life the shepherds fly, 
But call in aid, which makes a bloody fray; 
With cruel tournament the squadrons join; 
Where cattle pastured late, now scattered lies 
With carcasses and arms the ensanguined field, 
Deserted: Others to a city strong 
Lay siege, encamped; by battery, scale, and mine, 
Assaulting; others from the wall defend 
With dart and javelin, stones, and sulphurous fire; 
On each hand slaughter, and gigantick deeds. 
In other part the...Read More

by Spenser, Edmund
...of heavenly birth, 
Whilst Jove at them his thunderbolts let fly; 
All suddenly with lightning overthrown, 
The furious squadrons down the ground did fall, 
That th' earth under her children's weight did groan, 
And th' heavens in glory triumphed over all: 
So did that haughty front which heapéd was 
On these seven Roman hills, itself uprear 
Over the world, and lift her lofty face 
Against the heaven, that 'gan her force to fear. 
But now these scorned fields bemoan her ...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...s me half crazy to think of the days I
Went slap for the Ghazi, my sword at my side,
When we rode Hell-for-leather
Both squadrons together,
That didn't care whether we lived or we died.
But it's no use despairin', my wife must go charin'
An' me commissairin' the pay-bills to better,
So if me you be'old
In the wet and the cold,
By the Grand Metropold, won't you give me a letter?
 (Full chorus) Give 'im a letter --
 'Can't do no better,
 Late Troop-Sergeant-Major an' -- run...Read More

by Arnold, Matthew
...nd foot,
Marshall'd battalions bright in burnish'd steel.
But Peran-Wisa with his herald came,
Threading the Tartar squadrons to the front,
And with his staff kept back the foremost ranks.
And when Ferood, who led the Persians, saw
That Peran-Wisa kept the Tartars back,
He took his spear, and to the front he came,
And check'd his ranks, and fix'd them where they stood.
And the old Tartar came upon the sand
Betwixt the silent hosts, and spake, and said:-- 

"Ferood...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...he sought
The favour of kings at the Kabul court;
And travelled, in hope of honour, far
To the line where the gray-coat squadrons are.
There have I journeyed too -- but I
Saw naught, said naught, and -- did not die!
He harked to rumour, and snatched at a breath
Of `this one knoweth' and `that one saith', --
Legends that ran from mouth to mouth
Of a gray-coat coming, and sack of the South.
These have I also heard -- they pass
With each new spring and the winter grass.<...Read More

by Gray, Thomas
...battle bray,
Lance to lance, and horse to horse?
Long years of havoc urge their destined course,
And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame,
And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
Above, below, the rose of snow,
Twined with her blushing foe, we spread:
The bristled Boar in infant-gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
Now, brot...Read More

by Turner Smith, Charlotte
...sunk the unnerv'd arm
Of gallant Loyalty--At every turn
Shame and disgrace appear'd, and seem'd to mock
Their scatter'd squadrons; which the warlike youth,
Unable to endure, often implor'd,
As the last act of friendship, from the hand
Of some brave comrade, to receive the blow
That freed the indignant spirit from its pain. 
To a wild mountain, whose bare summit hides
Its broken eminence in clouds; whose steeps
Are dark with woods; where the receding rocks
Are worn by torr...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...have but my sun to dare,
Ye have but my sands to travel. Go forth, for it is there!"

The West Wind called: -- "In squadrons the thoughtless galleons fly
That bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die.
They make my might their porter, they make my house their path,
Till I loose my neck from their rudder and whelm them all in my wrath.

"I draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is drawn from the hole,
They bellow one to the other, the frighted ship-bells...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
     Guards nor warders challenge here,
     Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,
     Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.'

     She paused,—then, blushing, led the lay,
     To grace the stranger of the day.
     Her mellow notes awhile  prolong
     The cadence of the flowing song,
     Till to her lips in measured frame
     The minstrel verse spontaneous came.

     Song Continued.

     'Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;
      ...Read More

by Dryden, John
...Croatian band 
That waits impatient for the last command: 
Thus outlaws open villainy maintain; 
They steal not, but in squadrons scour the plain; 
And if their power the passengers subdue, 
The most most have right, the wrong is in the few. 
Such impious axioms foolishly they show, 
For in some soils Republics will not grow: 
Our temperate Isle will no extremes sustain 
Of popular sway or arbitrary reign: 
But slides between them both into the best, 
Secure in freedom, i...Read More

by Hardy, Thomas, from Saint-John’s-Mound, 
A hoarse artillery boomed, 
And from Saint-Lambert’s upland, chapel-crowned,
The Prussian squadrons loomed. 

Then to the wayless wet gray ground he leapt; 
“My mission fails!” he cried; 
“Too late for Grouchy now to intercept, 
For, peasant, you have lied!”

He turned to pistol me. I sprang, and drew 
The sabre from his flank, 
And ’twixt his nape and shoulder, ere he knew, 
I struck, and dead he sank. 

I hid him deep in nodding rye...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ach light air 
On our mailed heads: but other thoughts than Peace 
Burnt in us, when we saw the embattled squares, 
And squadrons of the Prince, trampling the flowers 
With clamour: for among them rose a cry 
As if to greet the king; they made a halt; 
The horses yelled; they clashed their arms; the drum 
Beat; merrily-blowing shrilled the martial fife; 
And in the blast and bray of the long horn 
And serpent-throated bugle, undulated 
The banner: anon to meet us lightly pran...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...eful Thoughts opprest,
Th' impending Woe sate heavy on his Breast.
He summons strait his Denizens of Air;
The lucid Squadrons round the Sails repair:
Soft o'er the Shrouds Aerial Whispers breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the Train beneath.
Some to the Sun their Insect-Wings unfold,
Waft on the Breeze, or sink in Clouds of Gold. 
Transparent Forms, too fine for mortal Sight,
Their fluid Bodies half dissolv'd in Light.
Loose to the Wind their airy Garments fl...Read More

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...ents rack'd and pangs infernal,
Instant annihilation craves,

And hears, those pangs will be eternal.

Those mighty squadrons, too, are here,
The partners of his cursed career,

Yet far less bad than he were they.
Here lies the countless throng combined,
In black and fearful crowds entwined,

While round him fiery tempests play;
He sees how they the Judge avoid,

He sees the storm upon them feed,
Yet is not at the sight o'erjoy'd,

Because his pangs e'en theirs exceed...Read More

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