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They Went Forth to Battle, but They Always Fell

by Shaemas O'Sheel

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Time, Real and Imaginary

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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They Went Forth to Battle, but They Always Fell

by Shaemas O'Sheel

They went forth to battle but they always fell.
Something they saw above the sullen shields.
Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well,
And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell.
They knew not fear that to the foeman yields,
They were not weak, as one who vainly wields
A faltering weapon; yet the old tales tell
How on the hard-fought field they always fell.

It was a secret music that they heard,
The murmurous voice of pity and of peace,
And that which pierced the heart was but a word,
Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword
Pressed a fierce cruel kiss and did not cease
Till its hot thirst was surfeited. Ah these
By an unwarlike troubling doubt were stirred,
And died for hearing what no foeman heard.

They went forth to battle but they always fell.
Their might was not the might of lifted spears.
Over the battle-clamor came a spell
Of troubling music, and they fought not well.
Their wreaths are willows and their tribute, tears.
Their names are old sad stories in men's ears.
Yet they will scatter the red hordes of Hell,
Who went to battle forth and always fell.

Time, Real and Imaginary

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

On the wide level of a mountain’s head,
(I knew not where, but ‘twas some fairy place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
       A sister and a brother!
       This far outstripp’d the other;
   Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
   And looks and listens for the boy behind:
       For he, alas! is blind!
O’er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.

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