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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EMILE ZOLA, by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW First Line: He was a soldier to his last-drawn breath Last Line: It lights the world with truth's undying flame. Subject(s): Zola, Emile (1840-1902) | |||
He was a soldier to his last-drawn breath -- No uniform was his, nor keen-edged blade To bow his enemies in dust and death -- Far nobler, sterner was the fight he made; The torch of Truth was lighted by his pen; He added words, more words -- the flames leaped higher; He burned his peace to right a wrong for men, And, last, he laid himself upon the fire. The lord looked down and said, "Thy work is done; Thou art my faithful servant and thrice blest; They will go on with this thou hast begun -- Come unto Me and I will give thee rest." -- The wash of years can not efface his name -- It lights the world with Truth's undying flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ZOLA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE GARDEN (WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED NOYES) by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER'S SONNETS by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TRINITIE SUNDAY (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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