"Sharp words we had before the fight; But -- now the fight is done -- Look, here's my hand," said the Victor bold, "Take it -- an honest one! What, holding back? I mean you well; Though worsted, you strove stoutly, man; The odds were great; I honor you; Man honors man. "Still silent, friend? can grudges be? Yet am I held a foe? -- Turned to the wall, on his cot he lies -- Never I'll leave him so! Brave one! I here implore your hand; Dumb still? all fellowship fled? Nay, then, I'll have this stubborn hand!" He snatched it -- it was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER AMBITION AND CONTENT; A FABLE by MARK AKENSIDE ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON |