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... would spare A sigh - and it may be a tear : -ah ! well , I hear the voice that accepts my prayer In the scream of the passing shell . Edmond Holmes . THE HEART OF ITALY " ITALY , fair Italy , 24 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... would spare A sigh - and it may be a tear : -ah ! well , I hear the voice that accepts my prayer In the scream of the passing shell . Edmond Holmes . THE HEART OF ITALY " ITALY , fair Italy , 24 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
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... passed its feet , Yet now rode steadily up the street To the phantom bugle's warning . Till it reached the Capitol square , and wheeled , And there in the moonlight stood revealed A well - known form that in State and field Had led our ...
... passed its feet , Yet now rode steadily up the street To the phantom bugle's warning . Till it reached the Capitol square , and wheeled , And there in the moonlight stood revealed A well - known form that in State and field Had led our ...
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... passed away , With a reverent awe and wonder , - Till a blue cap waved in the length'ning line , And I knew that one who was kin of mine Had come ; and I spake - and lo ! that sign Awakened me from my slumber . Bret Harte . RELIEVING ...
... passed away , With a reverent awe and wonder , - Till a blue cap waved in the length'ning line , And I knew that one who was kin of mine Had come ; and I spake - and lo ! that sign Awakened me from my slumber . Bret Harte . RELIEVING ...
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... passed the night through thy long waking ? " " Cold , cheerless , dark , -as may befit The hour before the dawn is breaking . " " No sight ? no sound ? " " No ; nothing save The plover from the marshes calling , And in yon western sky ...
... passed the night through thy long waking ? " " Cold , cheerless , dark , -as may befit The hour before the dawn is breaking . " " No sight ? no sound ? " " No ; nothing save The plover from the marshes calling , And in yon western sky ...
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... passed , at the hat he wore , Then at the rifle his right hand bore : And hailed him , from out their youthful lore , With scraps of a slangy repertoire : " How are you , White Hat ! " " Put her through ! " " Your head's level ! " and ...
... passed , at the hat he wore , Then at the rifle his right hand bore : And hailed him , from out their youthful lore , With scraps of a slangy repertoire : " How are you , White Hat ! " " Put her through ! " " Your head's level ! " and ...
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