Poems about oriflamme (17 Poems)
Who Follow The Flag (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
PHI BETA KAPPA ODEHARVARD UNIVERSITYJune 30, 1910 IAll day long in the city’s canyon-street, With its populous cliffs alive on either side, I saw a river of marching men like a tideFlowing after the flag: and the rhythmic beat Of the drums, and … Continue reading
Ivry (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
NOW glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, O pleasant … Continue reading
The Battle Of Ivry (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, O pleasant … Continue reading
Alleluia Height (Michael Earls Poems)
Obedience to the seasons’ marshall-rod,That is a law of God,Here beauty passes with her gorgeous train,On paths that range from bud to grain.O, here the searching eyesIn traffic for the soul’s good gainEarn wealth of rare delight.Far pathways of surprise,In … Continue reading
A Summer Pilgrimage (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned pilgrims go.I too, a palmer, take, as theyWith staff and scallop-shell, my wayTo feel, from burdening cares and ills,The strong … Continue reading
Charles VII And Joan Of Arc At Rheims (Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon Poems)
A glorious pageant filled the church of the proud old city of Rheims,One such as poet artists choose to form their loftiest themes:There France beheld her proudest sons grouped in a glittering ring,To place the crown upon the brow of … Continue reading
Daffodils (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
O FLOWER whose beauty Wordsworth with delightBeheld and sang a hundred years ago,Still hast thou golden loveliness to show,Still is thy twofold yellow fresh and bright.Though winter still with scarce enfeebled mightStrives for his place, and his retreat is slow,Thou … Continue reading
The Word That Was Left Unsaid (John Oxenham Poems)
“A red rose for my helmet,And a word before we part!The rose shall be my oriflammeThe word shall fill my heart.” _Heart, Heart, Heart of my heart– Just a look, just a word and a look! A look or a sign that my … Continue reading
The Volunteer (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would drift away With no lance broken in life’s tournament: Yet ever ‘twixt the books and his bright … Continue reading
The Agnostic (Mathilde Blind Poems)
NOT in the hour of peril, thronged with foes, Panting to set their heel upon my head,– Or when alone from many wounds I bledUnflinching beneath Fortune’s random blows;Not when my shuddering hands were doomed to close The unshrinking eyelids of the stony … Continue reading