The Volunteer Poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
The Volunteer
Rating: ★2.4
He leap to arms unbidden,
Unneeded, over-bold;
His face by earth is hidden,
His heart in earth is cold.
Curse on the reckless daring
That could not wait the call,
The proud fantastic bearing
That would be first to fall!
O tears of human passion,
Blue not the image true;
This was not folly's fashion,
This was the man we knew.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: daring
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