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Page 17
... o'er the foam , like the hearts at home That beat for their sons on the seas . For mothers and wives are praying to - night- O Lord of our destiny ! — But we've no time , for our lips are tight , Our fists are clenched , and we're ...
... o'er the foam , like the hearts at home That beat for their sons on the seas . For mothers and wives are praying to - night- O Lord of our destiny ! — But we've no time , for our lips are tight , Our fists are clenched , and we're ...
Page 49
... o'er , - Nay , speak the truth , whatever it be , Though it rend my bosom's core . " How fell he ? -with his face to the foe , Upholding the flag he bore ? Oh , say not that my boy disgraced The uniform that he wore ! " " I cannot tell ...
... o'er , - Nay , speak the truth , whatever it be , Though it rend my bosom's core . " How fell he ? -with his face to the foe , Upholding the flag he bore ? Oh , say not that my boy disgraced The uniform that he wore ! " " I cannot tell ...
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... O'er mountain , loch , and glade ; But the sweetest of all music The Pipes at Lucknow played . Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled , and nearer crept ; Round and round the jungle - serpent Near and nearer circles swept . " Pray ...
... O'er mountain , loch , and glade ; But the sweetest of all music The Pipes at Lucknow played . Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled , and nearer crept ; Round and round the jungle - serpent Near and nearer circles swept . " Pray ...
Page 78
... blew ! Round the silver domes of Lucknow , Moslem mosque and Pagan shrine , Breathed the air to Britons dearest , The air of Auld Lang Syne . O'er the cruel roll of war - drums Rose that 78 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... blew ! Round the silver domes of Lucknow , Moslem mosque and Pagan shrine , Breathed the air to Britons dearest , The air of Auld Lang Syne . O'er the cruel roll of war - drums Rose that 78 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
Page 79
... Sweet sounds the Gaelic pibroch O'er mountain , glen , and glade But the sweetest of all music The Pipes at Lucknow played . J. G. Whittier . THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE HALF a league , 79 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... Sweet sounds the Gaelic pibroch O'er mountain , glen , and glade But the sweetest of all music The Pipes at Lucknow played . J. G. Whittier . THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE HALF a league , 79 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
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