Peace and war An Ode. By William Allingham. Reprinted, by permission, from the "Daily News." |
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But who is this with frowning helm,And falchion in a mailéd grasp,
And tramp that jarreth many a realm,
From whom, with wild imploring clasp
Of heavenward hands, thou turnest thee to fly?
O shun his furious eye!
O name him not!—and yet his name
Stands highest in the rolls of fame.
Unswerving, terrible he comes,
With arms' clang, trumpet's scream, and din of drums.
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