“Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaim In heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shame Lest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe, With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.” ShouldEarthLyingDiesFallTearsProudSorrowFameMountainEarsShameTalesWarriorAliensDumbFallenInsultWoeFoeScornSolemnBleedingHushHeathenHaughty Author:William Somervile
“We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.” KnowsMenHeartSongDiesStarsPoetProudTalesShipsGood ManSwearLiliesPilgrimageBeauty Of LifeMarvellousIsleLineage Author:James Elroy Flecker