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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWELVE SONNETS: 12. AFTER BATTLE, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: And, after battle, tenderer is the breeze Last Line: Sweeter than crown of gold, or wand of palm. | |||
And, after battle, tenderer is the breeze, More bountiful the beauty of the night, New stars within the abysmal blue shine bright, And balmier odours fill the forest-trees, And yet more silvery moonlight floods the seas, And woman's breast is more exceeding white: More heavenly is the touch of finger light, And more divine the most strange sense of ease. Oh, wind the wreath of battle round thy brow, Thou lover-warrior! Then shalt thou learn how The kiss of woman may be God's own calm Descending with a softness past all speech Thy blood-stained hopeless lifeless lips to reach; Sweeter than crown of gold, or wand of palm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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