I have no men to conquer in this waste,
I war with fairer foe."
He paused in gloom, and towards the others faced,
To whom the Smiler—"Oh! you tamely died;
You should have stood well to the back, and placed
The ball along the side."
"Alas! alas!" a low voice, full of care,
Murmured beside me—"Champion I might be,
But for this injured member which I bear
I had gained victory."