Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SOLDIER, by JOHN DRINKWATER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The large report of fame I lack Last Line: Across my brow the leaves of life. Subject(s): Bombs; Scars; Soldiers; Thunder | ||||||||
THE large report of fame I lack, And shining clasps and crimson scars, For I have held my bivouac Alone amid the untroubled stars. My battle-field has known no dawn Beclouded by a thousand spears; I've been no mounting tyrant's pawn To buy his glory with my tears. It never seemed a noble thing Some little leagues of land to gain From broken men, nor yet to fling Abroad the thunderbolts of pain. Yet I have felt the quickening breath As peril heavy peril kissed -- My weapon was a little faith, And fear was my antagonist. Not a brief hour of cannonade, But many days of bitter strife, Till God of His great pity laid Across my brow the leaves of life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#13): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND THUNDER by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#13): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND THUNDER by MARVIN BELL THE SURF by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS THE JOB by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE BAND OF GIDEON by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE THUNDER-STORM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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