Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto VII

Medals, rank, ribands, lace, embroidery, scarlet,
  Are things immortal to immortal man,
As purple to the Babylonian harlot:
  An uniform to boys is like a fan
To women; there is scarce a crimson varlet
  But deems himself the first in Glory's van.
But Glory's glory; and if you would find
What that is — ask the pig who sees the wind!

At least he feels it, and some say he sees,
  Because he runs before it like a pig;
Or, if that simple sentence should displease,
  Say, that he scuds before it like a brig,
A schooner, or — but it is time to ease
  This Canto, ere my Muse perceives fatigue.
The next shall ring a peal to shake all people,
Like a bob-major from a village steeple.

Hark! through the silence of the cold, dull night,
  The hum of armies gathering rank on rank!
Lo! dusky masses steal in dubious sight
  Along the leaguer'd wall and bristling bank
Of the arm'd river, while with straggling light
  The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank,
Which curl in curious wreaths: — how soon the smoke
Of Hell shall pall them in a deeper cloak!

Here pause we for the present — as even then
  That awful pause, dividing life from death,
Struck for an instant on the hearts of men,
  Thousands of whom were drawing their last breath!
A moment — and all will be life again!
  The march! the charge! the shouts of either faith!
Hurra! and Allah! and — one moment more,
The death-cry drowning in the battle's roar.

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