TO arms! to arms! the heroes cry, A glorious death, or victory. Beauty and love, although combined, And each so powerful alone, Cannot prevail against a mind Bound up in resolution. Tears their weak influence vainly prove, Nothing the daring breast can move Honour is blind, and deaf, even deaf to Love. The field! the field! where valour bleeds Spurned into dust by barbed steeds, Instead of wanton beds of down Is now the scene where they must try, To overthrow, or be o'erthrown; Bravely to overcome, or die. Honour in her interest sits above What beauty, prayers, or tears can move: Were there no honour, there would be no love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WILD ROSES AND SNOW by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL THE MARCH BEE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHILD AND THE ROSE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM RIDING HORSE TO CULTIVATE IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL |