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... your glorious eyes austere , As the Lord were walking near Whispering terrible things and dear , As the song on your bugles blown , England Round the world on your hugles blowr ! I am indebted to Mr. H. W. Bliss for per- DEDICATED ...
... your glorious eyes austere , As the Lord were walking near Whispering terrible things and dear , As the song on your bugles blown , England Round the world on your hugles blowr ! I am indebted to Mr. H. W. Bliss for per- DEDICATED ...
Page viii
... dear friends , once more On Linden , when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce - for the night - cloud had lowered Pibroch of Donuil Dhu . Pipes of the misty moorlands Scots , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled Some talk of Alexander , and some ...
... dear friends , once more On Linden , when the sun was low Our bugles sang truce - for the night - cloud had lowered Pibroch of Donuil Dhu . Pipes of the misty moorlands Scots , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled Some talk of Alexander , and some ...
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... dear ones are ? Mother of nations ! Mother of men ! I drank in life at thy Titan breast : Thine arms of love were round me then ; And if ever I muse how my birth was blest I am clasped to thy heart again . Mistress of empires ! Queen of ...
... dear ones are ? Mother of nations ! Mother of men ! I drank in life at thy Titan breast : Thine arms of love were round me then ; And if ever I muse how my birth was blest I am clasped to thy heart again . Mistress of empires ! Queen of ...
Page 62
... Dear camerado ! I confess I have urged you onward with me and still urge you , without the least idea of what is our destination , Or whether we shall be victorious , or utterly quell'd and defeated . Walt Whitman . HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ...
... Dear camerado ! I confess I have urged you onward with me and still urge you , without the least idea of what is our destination , Or whether we shall be victorious , or utterly quell'd and defeated . Walt Whitman . HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ...
Page 63
... dear friend ( whoever you are ) How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks , and to you , I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul , O the bullet could never kill what you really are , dear friend , Nor ...
... dear friend ( whoever you are ) How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks , and to you , I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul , O the bullet could never kill what you really are , dear friend , Nor ...
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