1 To Arms, to Arms, the Heroes cry, A glorious Death, or Victory. Beauty and Love, although combin'd, And each so powerful alone, Cannot prevail against a mind Bound up in resolution. Tears their weak influence vainly prove, Nothing the daring breast can move, Honour is blind, and deaf, ev'n deaf to Love. 2 The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds, Spurn'd into dust by barbed steeds, Instead of wanton beds of down Is now the scene where they must try, To overthrow, or be o'erthrown; Bravely to overcome, or die. Honour in her interest sits above What Beauty, Prayers, or Tears can move: Were there no Honour, there would be no Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX TWO QUESTIONS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |