AMYNTOR, son of Philip, lies Entombed in Lydian land; In battle's iron exercise He proved his stubborn hand. No sickness dragged the veteran here, Where Night is journey's end; He lived and died a targeteer, He died to shield a friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |