O THAT the muse might call, without offence, The gallant soldier back to his good sense! His temp'ral field so cautious not to lose; So careless quite of his eternal foes. Soldier! so tender of thy prince's fame, Why so profuse of a Superior Name? For the king's sake the brunt of battles bear; But, for the King of King's sake, DO NOT SWEAR. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB ODE; SUNG BY THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS by W. T. ADAMS BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HARVEST by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT HOMECOMING by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS AT EVENTIDE; C. N. - DIED APRIL, 1857 by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |