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Poem March 27, 1841

New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

Concord, Merrimack County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

The poem 'Old Ironsides' by Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes protests the Navy Department's plan to break up and sell the timbers of the historic frigate Constitution, advocating instead for it to sink at sea with honors.

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The following soul-stirring lyric from the pen of Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, was written on hearing that it was in contemplation by the Navy Department to break up the old frigate Constitution, and sell her timbers. It has been regarded by many as greatly superior to Campbell's far-famed "Mariners of England":

OLD IRONSIDES.

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it ran the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar:
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!

Her deck—once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

Oh! better that her shatter'd hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Satire

What themes does it cover?

Patriotism War Military Political

What keywords are associated?

Old Ironsides Frigate Constitution Navy Department Patriotic Protest Sea Burial

What entities or persons were involved?

Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem Details

Title

Old Ironsides.

Author

Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes

Subject

On Hearing That It Was In Contemplation By The Navy Department To Break Up The Old Frigate Constitution, And Sell Her Timbers

Key Lines

Ay, Tear Her Tattered Ensign Down! The Harpies Of The Shore Shall Pluck The Eagle Of The Sea! Oh! Better That Her Shatter'd Hulk Should Sink Beneath The Wave; Nail To The Mast Her Holy Flag, Set Every Threadbare Sail,

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