Of all those three-brave-brothers, faln i' th' Warre, (Not without glory) Noble Sir, you are, Despite of all concussions left the Stem To shoot forth Generations like to them. Which may be done, if (Sir) you can beget Men in their substance, not in counterfeit. Such Essences as those Three Brothers; known Eternall by their own production. Of whom, from Fam's white Trumpet, This Ile Tell, Worthy their everlasting Chronicle, Never since first Bellona us'd a Shield, Such Three brave Brothers fell in Mars his Field. These were those Three Horatii Rome did boast, Rom's were these Three Horatii we have lost. One Cordelion had that Age long since; This, Three; which Three, you make up Foure Brave Prince. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON |