Napoleon1er
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Hi all,
I just wrote this sonnet for one of my college classes:
The Saucy Temeraire
by Sandor Farkas
Through crimson mist and lapping surf it steams,
A hulk in tow is framed by setting sun.
Its paddles lap against her creaking beams,
No shame can damp the pride of battles won.
The moon will soon eclipse the tired day:
The dark orb steady drags away the light,
And just as sure is her decay,
Who never once in fear did flee a fight.
What God-like power has man to now lay waste
The saving walls in which he fought and died?
These walls by its black smoke cruelly defaced,
Its cold iron flanks her heart of oak deride.
Redoubt she meets the smoky evening air,
Oh who will take the Saucy Temeraire?
I just wrote this sonnet for one of my college classes:
The Saucy Temeraire
by Sandor Farkas
Through crimson mist and lapping surf it steams,
A hulk in tow is framed by setting sun.
Its paddles lap against her creaking beams,
No shame can damp the pride of battles won.
The moon will soon eclipse the tired day:
The dark orb steady drags away the light,
And just as sure is her decay,
Who never once in fear did flee a fight.
What God-like power has man to now lay waste
The saving walls in which he fought and died?
These walls by its black smoke cruelly defaced,
Its cold iron flanks her heart of oak deride.
Redoubt she meets the smoky evening air,
Oh who will take the Saucy Temeraire?