Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Arthur Hugh Clough 181961Peschiera
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Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
“’T is better to have fought and lost,
Than never to have fought at all.”
Lies dirt and dust; the lines I track
By sentries’ boxes, yellow, black,
Lead up to no Italian flag.
Upon the grass of your redoubts;
The eagle with his black wing flouts
The breadth and beauty of your land.
O men of Brescia! on the day
Of loss past hope, I heard you say
Your welcome to the noble pain.
Sweet life, high hope; but whatsoe’er
May be, or must, no tongue shall dare
To tell, ‘The Lombard fear’d to die!’”
“And if our children must obey,
They must; but, thinking on this day,
’T will less debase them to submit.”
“Haste, brothers, haste, while yet we may;
The hours ebb fast of this one day,
While blood may yet be nobly shed.”
For honor, fame, nor self-applause,
But for the glory of the cause,
You did what will not be forgot.
By force and fortune’s right he stands:
By fortune, which is in God’s hands,
And strength, which yet shall spring in you.
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost:
“’T is better to have fought and lost,
Than never to have fought at all.”