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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWOFOLD CORD, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: Singly we fight against enormous odds Last Line: For sword, while I for buckler bear your love. | |||
SINGLY we fight against enormous odds, -- Dulness, and Cowardice, and Fate, and Chance, And the wild bowman, purblind Ignorance, And heaven with all its lazy brood of gods; How, then, above the congregated clods, Can one man rise, and out of clay advance, Alone, against the sleepless countenance Of that huge Argus-host that never nods? So must we fall upon the fields of life, And bleed, and die? Nay, rather let us twain, Marching abreast, against that army move, Each harnessing the other for the strife, -- You with my will for helmet, and my brain For sword, while I for buckler bear your love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE 1870-71 by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A BALLAD OF THE UPPER THAMES by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A DREAM OF NOVEMBER; TO ARTHUR SYMONS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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