A. You blame me that I ran away? Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: Balls flew about, and -- who can say But one, if I stood firm, had glanced In my direction? Cowardice? I only know we don't live twice, Therefore -- shun death, is my advice. B. Shun death at all risks? Well, at some! True, I myself, Sir, though I scold The cowardly, by no means come Under reproof as overbold -- I, who would have no end of brutes Cut up alive to guess what suits My case and saves my toe from shoots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT THE BIRD WITH THE COPPERY, KEEN CLAWS by WALLACE STEVENS THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES |