Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Victor and Vanquished

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Victor and Vanquished
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Victor and Vanquished As one who long hath fled with panting breath Before his foe, bleeding and near to fall, I turn and set my back against the wall, And look thee in the face, triumphant Death, I call for aid, and no one answereth; I am alone with thee, who conquerest all; Yet me thy threatening form doth not appall, For thou art but a phantom and a wraith. Wounded and weak, sword broken at the hilt, With armor shattered, and without a shield, I stand unmoved; do with me what thou wilt; I can resist no more, but will not yield. This is no tournament where cowards tilt; The vanquished here is victor of the field. Content of Victor and Vanquished [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: In the Harbor] Read next: Moonlight Read previous: The Four Lakes of Madison Table of content of In the Harbor GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow