Self-taught, unaided, poor, reviled, contemned, Beset with enemies, by friends betrayed, As madman and fanatic oft condemned, Yet in thy noble cause still undismayed! Leonidas thy courage could not boast; Less numerous were his foes, his hand more strong; Alone, unto a more than Persian host, Thou hast undauntedly given battle long. Nor shall thou singly wage the unequal strife; Now to thy aid with spear and shield I rush, And freely do I offer up my life And bid my heart's blood find a wound to gush! New volunteers are trooping to the field -- To die we are prepared, but not an inch to yield. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW CALAIS SANDS by MATTHEW ARNOLD CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |