Monument
Moors des Räubers.
Vollendet!
Heil dir! Vollendet!
Majestätischer Sünder!
Deine furchtbare Rolle vollbracht.
5 Hoher Gefallener!
Deines Geschlechts Beginner und Ender!
Seltner Sohn ihrer schröklichsten Laune,
Erhabner Verstoß der Mutter Natur!
Durch wolkigte Nacht ein prächtiger Bliz!
10 Hui! hinter ihm...
April 19, 1836
BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward...
Italia, mother of the souls of men,
Mother divine,
Of all that served thee best with sword or pen,
All sons of thine,
Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best
Before thee stands:
The head most high, the heart found faithfulest,
The purest hands.
Above the fume and foam of...
