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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WARRIORS' SONG, by ? ROLLS First Line: Fill high the bowl! 'tis perhaps the last / the kindred warriors ever may drain Last Line: It lingers only to the slave. Alternate Author Name(s): Rolls, Henry, Mrs. | |||
Fill high the bowl! 't is perhaps the last The kindred warriors e'er may drain! Oh, when to-morrow's fight is past, How few to pledge it may remain! Fill high the bowl! 't is perhaps the last That Beauty's hand may yield to thine! Oh, when it o'er her lip has pass'd, It gives a joy more sweet than wine. Fill high the bowl! 't is perhaps the last That will beneath this roof be crown'd; Soon the wild breeze that murmurs past May sweep its ruin'd wall around. Fill high the bowl! 't is perhaps the last In which we hail our fathers' fame; Oh, when 't is by our children pass'd, May added glories gild their name! Fill high the bowl! 't is perhaps the last -- In it come pledge the hero's grave! For him Death's pang, ere felt, is past, It lingers only to the slave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE |
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