Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PESCHIERA, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What voice did on my spirit fall Last Line: Than never to have fought at all.' Subject(s): Croatia; Italy; War; Italians | ||||||||
WHAT voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? ''Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.' The tricolor -- a trampled rag Lies, dirt and dust; the lines I track By sentry boxes yellow-black, Lead up to no Italian flag. I see the Croat soldier stand Upon the grass of your redoubts; The eagle with his black wings flouts The breath and beauty of your land Yet not in vain, although in vain, O men of Brescia, on the day Of loss past hope, I heard you say Your welcome to the noble pain. You say, 'Since so it is, -- good-bye Sweet life, high hope; but whatsoe'er May be, or must, no tongue shall dare To tell, "The Lombard feared to die!"' You said (there shall be answer fit), 'And if our children must obey, They must; but thinking on this day 'Twill less debase them to submit.' You said (Oh not in vain you said), 'Haste, brothers, haste, while yet we may; The hours ebb fast of this one day When blood may yet be nobly shed.' Ah! not for idle hatred, not For honour, fame, nor self-applause, But for the glory of the cause, You did, what will not be forgot. And though the stranger stand, 'tis true, By force and fortune's right he stands; By fortune, which is in God's hands, And strength, which yet shall spring in you. This voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost, ''Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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