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Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,398 Points Savita Tyagi (1/25/2014 4:17:00 PM)

    I wonder if any nameless man agrees to that. Hight of arrogance from people having a glorious life which may or may not be of their making or worth living. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,177 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (1/25/2013 6:57:00 AM)

    The poem sounds like a passion of modern drug-addict. Passion is quiet same. Is that all of life! What does glory mean! But Bernard Shaw showed us the glory of naming hazard by different way. Just death of a spider after their successful meeting. So doctrines are always very much contradictory within its meaningful limit. So the poem is easy to read but much more easy to deny its vibration................................Pranab k c (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,177 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (1/25/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    The poem sounds like a modern drug addict. Passion is quiet same. Is that all of life! What does glory mean! But Bernard Shaw showed us the glory of naming hazard by different way. Just death of a spider after their successful meeting. So doctrines are always very much contradictory within its meaningful limit. So the poem is easy to read but much more easy to condemn its vibration................................Pranab k c (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 144 Points Manonton Dalan (1/25/2012 4:53:00 AM)

    [i remember happy hour in sydney, australia when they ring bell we stand up and toast to a nameless mate... thanks mate; good day mate. that's glorious ain't it] md (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (1/25/2010 9:07:00 AM)

    No No not every poem written by a soldier is a call to arms. God forbid! ! !
    Has no one else read Wilfred Owen and so many other poet soldiers of similar ilk?
    Who spilled their ink and blood lost in the mud while Consciousness Objectors.
    Who believed they had no right to speak out against such wars unless they fought.

    Please read Wilfred Owen, those exceptional anti-war protests. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (1/25/2010 7:14:00 AM)

    The poem is a paeon to the glory of war the sound of which was drowned out by the machine guns in WWI. Is the word 'sensual' redundant?

    I google that it was quoted as anonymous by Scott, and taken up by the world (including Quiller-Couch's 1919 Oxford anthology, I see) as Scott's because it is like his style. But it was actually written by Mordaunt as part of a larger poem - to whom it is now rightfully attributed.

    I cannot imagine a poet of Scott's fame would plagiarise four lines. If Mordaunt is in heaven is he grateful to Scott for rescuing him from 'an age without a name'? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (1/25/2010 7:09:00 AM)

    The poem is a paeon to the glory of war the sound of which was drowned out by the machine guns in WWI. Is the word 'sensual' redundant?

    I google that it was quoted as anonymous by Scott, and taken up by the world (including Quiller-Couch's 1919 Oxford anthology, I see) as Scott's because it is like his style. But it was actually written by Mordaunt as part of a larger poem - to whom it is now rightfully attributed.

    I cannot imagine a poet of Scott's fame would plagiarise four lines. If Mordaunt is in heaven is he grateful to Scott for rescuing him from 'an age without a name'? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bev Smith (1/25/2006 7:24:00 AM)

    This poem is not a Walter Scott poem. This is a poem called 'The Call', written by Thomas Mordaunt. I'm totally confused as to how this could happen.

    Regards... (Report) Reply

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