ONCE I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Ay, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, "Will he prevail?" "Surely," replied this other; "His grandfathers beat them many times." Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers, -- At least, for the little man Who stood against the mountains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON |