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... army halting Italy , fair Italy , what may thy pleasure be ? It was a summer evening . " I was with Grant " —the stranger said Lars Porsena of Clusium , • Long the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us · * ** ** 98 94 37 72 25 48 ...
... army halting Italy , fair Italy , what may thy pleasure be ? It was a summer evening . " I was with Grant " —the stranger said Lars Porsena of Clusium , • Long the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us · * ** ** 98 94 37 72 25 48 ...
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... End is . Else Eternal Love must come again to die ; Peter shall forswear , and Judas kiss , and Pilate crucify . F. W. Bourdillon . HISTORICAL A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY I READ 33 U BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... End is . Else Eternal Love must come again to die ; Peter shall forswear , and Judas kiss , and Pilate crucify . F. W. Bourdillon . HISTORICAL A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY I READ 33 U BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
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... grand Its columns ranged like a martial band Of sheeted spectres , whom some command Had called to a last reviewing . And the streets of the city were white and bare 37 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY ...
... grand Its columns ranged like a martial band Of sheeted spectres , whom some command Had called to a last reviewing . And the streets of the city were white and bare 37 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY ...
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Arethusa arm'd arms army array banner battle beat blast blood boys breath Bret Harte bugles blown Cannon charge cheer Christ or Nietzsche Clusium crest cried death deep dread drum England's dead eyes F. W. Bourdillon fathers fell field fierce fight fire flag fought gallant glory hand Hark hath hear heard Hearts of oak heaven helmet helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Herminius Highland laddie hills homes of England Horatius horse John Burns King land Lars Porsena light look Lord loud Marmion morn mountain Navarre ne'er never night noble o'er pibroch pride proud quoth rage roar rode rolling rose round rush Sextus shield shout slain smile soldier song sound spake spears stand stood sweet sword tears thee Thomas Campbell thou thousand thunder twas victory vigil voice W. E. Henley Walt Whitman waves wild winds do blow wounded