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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EMILE ZOLA, by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW First Line: He was a soldier to his last-drawn breath Last Line: It lights the world with truth's undying flame. Subject(s): Zola, Emile (1840-1902) | |||
He was a soldier to his last-drawn breath -- No uniform was his, nor keen-edged blade To bow his enemies in dust and death -- Far nobler, sterner was the fight he made; The torch of Truth was lighted by his pen; He added words, more words -- the flames leaped higher; He burned his peace to right a wrong for men, And, last, he laid himself upon the fire. The lord looked down and said, "Thy work is done; Thou art my faithful servant and thrice blest; They will go on with this thou hast begun -- Come unto Me and I will give thee rest." -- The wash of years can not efface his name -- It lights the world with Truth's undying flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ZOLA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE GARDEN (WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED NOYES) by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND, ABSENT UPON PUBLIC EMPLOYMENT by ANNE BRADSTREET A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE LOST BUT FOUND by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |
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