1792 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Gen. John Burgoyne

Simonides Pure, "Sonnet on the Death of General Burgoyne" New Lady's Magazine 7 (August 1792) 384.



Ah! see Britannia's noble form advance
In flowing robes of direful mourning drest;
In her fair hand, revers'd behold the lance,
And mark the throbbing of her rising breast.
See on her shield in pensive grief she leans,
Whilst pearly drops distil her cheeks adown,
Her troubl'd soul in heaving sighs complains,
And ev'ry feature wears a solemn frown.
"Ah! my Burgoyne," exclaims her feeble voice,
Whilst sorrow half-obstructs the trembling sound,
No more thy presence Albion shall rejoice,
Nor warriors hearts at thy approach rebound;
Wretched Britannia, ever doom'd to mourn,
And bathe with tears thy great supporter's urn."