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Not on the Battle-Field “To fall on the battle-field fighting for my dear country,—that would not be hard.”—The Neighbors. O NO, no,—let me lie Not on a field of battle when I die! Let not the iron tread Of the mad war-horse crush my helmèd head; Nor let the... Poet: John Pierpont	The Battle of Blenheim [In Bavaria, August 13, 1704, between the English and Austrians on one side, under the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, and the French and Bavarians on the other side, led by Marshal Tallart and the Elector of Bavaria. The latter party was defeated, and the schemes of Louis XIV. of... Poet: Robert Southey	An Old Battle-Field The Softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon’s mouth; And, where the thunders of the fight were born, The wind’s sweet tenor in the standing corn; With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam, And blue skies bending... Poet: Frank Lebby Stanton	The Battle-Field Once this soft turf, this rivulet’s sands, Were trampled by a hurrying crowd, And fiery hearts and armèd hands Encountered in the battle-cloud. Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave,— Gushed, warm with hope... Poet: William Cullen Bryant
The Battle of Hampton Roads 'Twas in James River, not long ago, When the tide was falling, sluggish and slow, That from Newport News and Fortress Monroe A Nondescript vessel was seen: A thing like a house-roof, iron clad, That, saucily... Poet:	The Battle of the Pons Trium Trojanorum When the goodman's shuttle merrily Goes flashing through the loom, And the good wife reads her Plato In her own sequestered room; With weeping and with laughter Still shall the tale be told, ... Poet:	The Battle fought between the Soul The Battle fought between the Soul And No Man — is the One Of all the Battles prevalent — By far the Greater One — No News of it is had abroad — Its Bodiless Campaign Establishes, and terminates —... Poet:	There's the Battle of Burgoyne — There's the Battle of Burgoyne — Over, every Day, By the Time that Man and Beast Put their work away "Sunset" sounds majestic — But that solemn War Could you comprehend it You would chastened... Poet: