1. Poets are born not made
An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;){Whitman, 198} Other poems of wartime are Calvary Crossing a Ford' and An Army Corps on the March'. ...
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- Grade Level: High School