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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Goliath and David</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet once an earlier David took <br>Smooth pebbles from the brook: <br>Out between the lines he went <br>To that one-sided tournament, <br>A shepherd boy who stood out fine<br>And young to fight a Philistine <br>Clad all in brazen mail. He swears <br>That he’s killed lions, he’s killed bears, <br>And those that scorn the God of Zion <br>Shall perish so like bear or lion.<br>But … the historian of that fight <br>Had not the heart to tell it right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Striding within javelin range, <br>Goliath marvels at this strange <br>Goodly-faced boy so proud of strength.<br>David’s clear eye measures the length; <br>With hand thrust back, he cramps one knee, <br>Poises a moment thoughtfully, <br>And hurls with a long vengeful swing. <br>The pebble, humming from the sling<br>Like a wild bee, flies a sure line <br>For the forehead of the Philistine; <br>Then … but there comes a brazen clink, <br>And quicker than a man can think <br>Goliath’s shield parries each cast.<br>Clang! clang! and clang! was David’s last. <br>Scorn blazes in the Giant’s eye, <br>Towering unhurt six cubits high. <br>Says foolish David, “Damn your shield! <br>And damn my sling! but I’ll not yield.”<br>He takes his staff of Mamre oak, <br>A knotted shepherd-staff that’s broke <br>The skull of many a wolf and fox <br>Come filching lambs from Jesse’s flocks. <br>Loud laughs Goliath, and that laugh<br>Can scatter chariots like blown chaff <br>To rout; but David, calm and brave, <br>Holds his ground, for God will save. <br>Steel crosses wood, a flash, and oh! <br>Shame for beauty’s overthrow! 40 <br>(God’s eyes are dim, His ears are shut.) <br>One cruel backhand sabre-cut— <br>“I’m hit! I’m killed!” young David cries, <br>Throws blindly forward, chokes … and dies. <br>And look, spike-helmeted, grey, grim,<br>Goliath straddles over him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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Yet once an earlier David took 
Smooth pebbles from the brook: 
Out between the lines he went 
To that one-sided tournament, 
A shepherd boy who stood out fine
And young to fight a Philistine 
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