Surprised, out-flank'd by this new-breathed force, The invaders an unequal combat wage; Sir Eliduc spurr'd at their cluster'd horse, And thrust upon the Prince his battle-gage. Now, both unsaddled, each hath swift recourse To shorter weapons, husbanding his rage. No sweeter sound the warrior's life affords Than the soft clash and chime of closing swords! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |