![]() Eating his heart out with a wild desire, One day, behind his counter trim and neat, He hears a sound that sets his brain afire. He hears the pibroch, grips the red claymore, Runs with the Fiery Cross, a clansman true, Sworn kinsman of Rob Roy and Roderick Dhu. They talk and at the end of the poem, moss comes and covers up the names on the tombs. ![]() ![]() One of them died for truth, one of them died for beauty. This is depicted through the yearning tone of the line We bretheren are, which suggests a longing by the man to belong to another who has also sacrificed themselves for their values. The poem I died for Beautybut was scarce, is about two dead people having a conversation about their previous lives. Alone, alone he paced his narrow room, In the bright sunshine of that Paris day Saw in his thought the awful hand of doom Saw in his dream his glory pass away Tried in his heart, his weary heart, to pray: "O God! who made me, give me strength to face The spectre of this bitter, black disgrace." * * * * * The burn brawls darkly down the shaggy glen The bee-kissed heather blooms around the door He sees himself a barefoot boy again, Bending o'er page of legendary lore. In the poem, we can see that the man and the woman share the commonality of having died for similar causes the woman for beauty and the man for truth. Alone he falls, with wide, wan, woeful eyes: Eyes that could smile at death - could not face shame. A last defiance to dark Death is hurled, A last wild challenge shocks the sunlit skies. A Life Tragedy A pistol shot rings round and round the world In pitiful defeat a warrior lies.
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