MIGHT I, without offending, choose The death that I would die, I'd fall, as erst the Templar fell, Aneath a Syrian sky. Upon a glorious plain of war, The banners floating fair, My lance and fluttering pennoncel Should marshal heroes there! Upon the solemn battle-eve, With prayer to be forgiven, I'd arm me for a righteous fight, Imploring peace of Heaven! High o'er the thunders of the charge Should wave my sable plume, And where the day was lost or won, There should they place my tomb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 111 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A RHPASODY; WRITTEN AT THE LAKES IN WESTMORLAND by JOHN BROWN (1715-1766) BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |