THROUGH all the ages, In sly new disguises, Grim hydra-headed, The dark monster rises. No rest, no relaxing, Freed goal is not won... Give tears, blood, sinews, Fight, fight, fight on! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE IMMORTALITY by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL |