From “The Princess”
    THE SPLENDOR falls on castle walls
      And snowy summits old in story:
    The long light shakes across the lakes,
      And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle;...

From an “Ode on the Celebration of the Battle of Bunker Hill, June 17, 1825”

      THE TRUMP hath blown,
    And now upon that reeking hill
Slaughter rides screaming on the vengeful ball;
    While with terrific signal shrill,
The vultures from their...