| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. The Polish Insurrection | | By Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | | BLOW ye the trumpet; gather from afar | |
| The hosts to battle; be not bought and sold. | |
| Arise, brave Poles, the boldest of the bold; | |
| Break through your iron shackles,—fling them far. | |
| O for those days of Piast, ere the Czar | 5 |
| Grew to this strength among his deserts cold; | |
| When even to Moscow’s cupolas were rolled | |
| The growing murmurs of the Polish war! | |
| Now must your noble anger blaze out more | |
| Than when from Sobieski, clan by clan, | 10 |
| The Moslem myriads fell and fled before; | |
| Than when Zamoyski smote the Tartar Khan; | |
| Than, earlier, when on the Baltic shore | |
| Boleslas drove the Pomeranian. | | | | |
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