The Battle of Bunkers-Hill

Why thus, brave Putnam, shall we still encamp Inactive here; and with this gentle flood, By Cambridge murmuring, mix briny tears? Salt tears of grief by many a parent shed, For...

How long, brave gen'rals, shall the rebel foe, In vain arrangements, and mock siege, display Their haughty insolence?--Shall in this town, So many thousands, of _Britannia's_ tr...

This is the hill, brave countrymen, whose brow We mean to fortify. A strong redoubt, With saliant angles, and embrasures deep, Be speedily thrown up. Let each himself, Not undes...

Oh, sweet tranquillity, and peace of soul, That in the bosom of the cottager, Tak'st up thy residence--cannot the beams, Of royal sunshine, call thee to my breast? Fair honour,...

The day at length, propitious shews itself, And with full beams of majesty, the sun, Hath bless'd its fair nativity; when Heaven, Brave soldiers, and the cause of kings, Calls o...

To arms, brave countrymen, for see the foe Comes forth to battle, and would seem to try, Once more, their fortune in decisive war. Three thousand, 'gainst seven hundred, rang'd...

Fear not, brave soldiers, tho' their infantry, In deep array, so far out-numbers us. The justness of our cause, will brace each arm, And steel the soul, with fortitude; while th...

'Tis yours, brave Clinton, to command, these men. Embark them speedily. I see our troops, Stand on the margin of the ebbing flood (The flood affrighted, at the scene it views),...

A deadly ball hath limited my life, And now to God, I offer up my soul. But O my Countrymen, let not the cause, The sacred cause of liberty, with me Faint or expire. By the last...

Curse on the fortune, of _Britannia's_ arms, That plays the jilt with us. Shall these few men Beat back the flower, and best half of our troops, While on our side, so many ships...

You see, brave soldiers, how an evil cause, A cause of slavery, and civil death, Unmans the spirit, and strikes down the soul. The gallant _Englishman_, whose fame in arms, Thro...

But that so many mouths can witness it, I would deny myself an _Englishman_, And swear this day, that with such cowardice, No kindred, or alliance, has my birth. O base degen'ra...

A musket-ball, death-wing'd, hath pierc'd my groin, And widely op'd the swift curr'nt of my veins. Bear me then, Soldiers, to that hollow space, A little hence, just in the hill...

Swift-rising fame, on early wing, mounts up, To the convexity of bending Heaven, And writes each name, who fought with us this day, In fairest character, amidst the stars. The w...

'Tis true, full victory declares for us, But we have dearly, dearly purchas'd it. Full fifteen hundred of our men lie dead, Who, with their officers, do swell the list Of this d...