Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRA MOREALE: BATTLE-SONG, by S. B. R. First Line: With a hearty laugh Last Line: When in death you are coldly lying! Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Military; Oaths; Wine | ||||||||
WITH a hearty laugh, Our wine we quaff From the grateful bowl o'erflowing. Each stirring song Rings loud and long, While the night to the morn is growing. To each lady fair, Whose heart ye share, Pledge a cup of the richest flavor, -- What higher goal To the gallant soul Than to win a lady's favor? Begone, each fear, Each womanish tear! Look full and clear to the morrow! Do ye dread dark death And the parting breath? -- Are ye fond of this life and its sorrow? If fall ye must In the blood-stained dust, Mid the groans of your comrades dying, No coward's bier Your name shall sear, When in death you are coldly lying! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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