GIVE honour to our heroes fall'n, how ill Soe'er the cause, that under a baleful sky Bade them go forth. Honour to him, whom high In place, more high in hope, 'twas fate's harsh will With tedious pain unsplendidly to kill. Honour to him, doom'd splendidly to die, Child of the city whose foster-child am I, Who hotly leading up the ensanguin'd hill His charging thousand, fell without a word; Fell, but shall fall not from our memory. Also for them let honour's voice be heard Who nameless sleep, while dull Time covereth With no illustrious shade of laurel tree, But with the poppy alone, their deeds and death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG IN LIGHTER VEIN by ELIZABETH KEMPER ADAMS THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD |