NOT where the battle red Covers with fame the dead, -- Not where the trumpet calls Vengeance for each that falls, -- Not with his comrades dear, Not there -- he fell not there. He grasps no brother's hand, He sees no patriot band; Daring alone the foe He strikes -- then waits the blow, Counting his life not dear, His was no heart to fear! Shout! shout, his deed of glory! Tell it in song and story; Tell it where soldiers brave Rush fearless to their grave; Tell it -- a magic spell In that great deed shall dwell. Yes! he hath won a name Deathless for aye to fame; Our flag baptized in blood, Always, as with a flood, Shall sweep the tyrant band Whose feet pollute our land. Then, freemen, raise the cry, As freemen live or die! Arm! arm you for the fight! His banner in your sight; And this your battle-cry, "Jackson and victory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO |