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... sweet , And watch the golden sunset on thy waving fields of wheat . 66 Italy , fair Italy , what is this war to thee ? Lay down thy shield , and fan thy cheek with palms from Tripoli . Cast down thy shining helmet , plant thy banner in ...
... sweet , And watch the golden sunset on thy waving fields of wheat . 66 Italy , fair Italy , what is this war to thee ? Lay down thy shield , and fan thy cheek with palms from Tripoli . Cast down thy shining helmet , plant thy banner in ...
Page 26
... sweet ! But Italy , fair Italy , is rising to her feet . Not all her sons have fallen ' neath the crescent and the star ; The sound of Garibaldi's Hymn comes ringing from afar . .. And Italy , the beautiful , in sacramental awe Reveals ...
... sweet ! But Italy , fair Italy , is rising to her feet . Not all her sons have fallen ' neath the crescent and the star ; The sound of Garibaldi's Hymn comes ringing from afar . .. And Italy , the beautiful , in sacramental awe Reveals ...
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... sweet , And then to a fitful slumber . When , lo ! in a vision I seemed to stand In the lonely Capitol . On each hand Far stretched the portico , dim and grand Its columns ranged like a martial band Of sheeted spectres , whom some ...
... sweet , And then to a fitful slumber . When , lo ! in a vision I seemed to stand In the lonely Capitol . On each hand Far stretched the portico , dim and grand Its columns ranged like a martial band Of sheeted spectres , whom some ...
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... sweet ; Or I might say , when the sunset burned The old farm gable , he thought it turned The milk that fell like a babbling flood Into the milk - pail red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of bees Were bullets buzzing among the ...
... sweet ; Or I might say , when the sunset burned The old farm gable , he thought it turned The milk that fell like a babbling flood Into the milk - pail red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of bees Were bullets buzzing among the ...
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... night - wind , Long there and then in vigil I stood , dimly around me the battlefield spreading , Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent 67 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE field ...
... night - wind , Long there and then in vigil I stood , dimly around me the battlefield spreading , Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent 67 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE field ...
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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