Tag: General Brock
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On the Death of Major-General Brock by J.H.R.
Low-bending o’er the rugged bier, The soldier drops the mournful tear For life departed, valor driven Fresh from the fields of death to Heaven. But time shall fondly trace the name Of Brock, upon the scrolls of Fame, And those bright laurels, which should wave Upon the brow of one so brave Shall flourish vernal…
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The Battle of Queenston Heights by Francis Sparshott
The Yankees stood on Queenston Heights in coats of modest grey and Brock has brought his fencibles to make them go away Who is that sweating officer waving a useless sword? That’s General Sir Isaac Brock who wants to be a Lord God bless the British soldier who wears a coat of red…
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Brock by Charles Sangster
October 13th, 1859 * One voice, one people, one in heart ……..And soul, and feeling, and desire ! ……..Re-light the smouldering martial fire, ……..Sound the mute trumpet, strike the lyre, ……..The hero deed can not expire, ……………The dead still play their part. Raise high the monumental stone ! ……..A nation’s fealty is theirs, ……..And we are the rejoicing heirs, ……..The honored sons of sires whose cares ……..We take upon us unawares, ……………As freely as our own. We boast not of the victory, ……..But render homage, deep and just, ……..To his — to their — immortal dust, ……..Who proved so worthy of their trust ……..No lofty pile nor sculptured bust ……………Can herald their degree. No tongue need blazon forth their fame — ……..The cheers that stir the sacred hill ……..Are but mere promptings of the will ……..That conquered then, that conquers still ; ……..And generations yet shall thrill ……………At Brock’s remembered name. Some souls are the Hesperides ……..Heaven sends to guard the golden age, ……..Illuming the historic page ……..With records of their pilgrimage ; ……..True Martyr, Hero, Poet, Sage : ……………And he was one of these. Each in his lofty sphere sublime ……..Sits crowned above the common throng, ……..Wrestling with some Pythonic wrong, ……..In prayer, in thunder, thought, or song ; ……..Briareus-limbed, they sweep along, ……………The Typhons of the time. * The day of the inauguration of the new Monument on Queenston Heights. Source: Charles Sangster. Hesperus, and Other Poems and Lyrics. Montreal: John Lovell, 1860. Read about Charles Sangster D.M.R.…
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From Queenston Heights by Charles Sangster
….Eleven. Welcome to the Sabbath bells ! A blessing and a welcome ! At this hour One prays for me at home, two hundred miles From where I lounge along the grassy knoll, Far up upon this classic hill. The air Hath a delicious feeling, as it breathes Its autumn breath upon…
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A Dream by Erieus
The sun had sunk beneath the western main, ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡And with a parting ray ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡Bid adieu unto the day: ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡ Twilight drew nigh, ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡And purpled o’er the sky, ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡While, smiling in the East, ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡The Queen of night arose, ‡‡‡‡Full orb’d;—in modest majesty ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡Above the hills’ high head ‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡She her silver lustre shed, ‡‡‡‡Mild as the evening…