Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
Ye silent, ye dejected men of war!
Be still the hautboys, and the flute be dumb!
Display no more, in vain, the loftly banner.
For see! where on the bier before ye lies
The pale, the fall`n th`untimely sacrifice
To your mistaken shrine, to your false idol Honour!

(C) Anne Kingsmill Finch
03/19/2017


Best Poems of Anne Kingsmill Finch

• The Change
• Hope
• Fragment At Tunbridge-wells
• Love, Death, And Reputation
• An Invitation To Dafnis
• On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne
• A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven
• To Edward Jenkinson, Esq
• Fanscomb Barn
• To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture Of Cleone
• From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso
• The Appology
• The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A Fair
• To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W
• The Equipage
• The Atheist And The Acorn
• An Epistle From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers
• The Introduction