• Fallen? how fallen? States and empires fall;
        O’er towers and rock-built walls,
    And perished nations, floods to tempests call
    With hollow sound along the sea of time:
        The great man never falls.
    He lives, he towers aloft, he stands sublime:
        They fall who give him not
    The honor here that suits his future name,—
        They...

  • My Portion is Defeat — today —

    A paler luck than Victory —

    Less Paeans — fewer Bells —

    The Drums don't follow Me — with tunes —

    Defeat — a somewhat slower — means —

    More Arduous than Balls —


    'Tis populous with Bone and stain —

    And Men too straight to stoop again —,

    And Piles...