TO arms! to arms! the heroes cry, A glorious death, or victory. Beauty and love, although combined, 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, even deaf to Love. The field! the field! where valour bleeds Spurned 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...BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |