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Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд)


The Last Word


Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Vain thy onset! all stands fast.
Thou thyself must break at last.

Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!
Thou art tired: best be still.

They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?
Better men fared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot and passed,
Hotly charged - and sank at last.

Charge once more, then, and be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come,
When the forts of folly fall,
Find thy body by the wall! 



Matthew Arnold's other poems:
  1. К МаргаритеTo Marguerite: Continued
  2. Calais Sands
  3. Stanzas Composed at Carnac
  4. Heine’s Grave
  5. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Last Word ("Before the April night was late")

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