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                                          (Tennyson)

         Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
             Have compassed me about,
      Have massed their armies, and on battle bent 
               My forces put to rout;
        But though I fight alone, and fall, and die,
             Talk terms of Peace? Not I.

       They war upon my fortress, aim their guns 
              Are shattering its walls;
       My army plays the cowards' part, and runs,
             Pierced by a thousand balls;
          They call for my surrender. I reply,
             "Give quarter now? Not I."

      They've shot my flag to ribbons, but in rents 
              It floats above the height;
      Their ensign shall not crown my battlements 
             While I can stand and fight.
           I fling defiance at them as I cry,
               "Capitulate? Not I."