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... to your brave lips her hands shall seize , And he shall pay , in blood and tears , the debt And drain a bitterer chalice to the lees ! H. W. Bliss . THE HOUR WE'VE shut the gates by Dover Straits , 16 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... to your brave lips her hands shall seize , And he shall pay , in blood and tears , the debt And drain a bitterer chalice to the lees ! H. W. Bliss . THE HOUR WE'VE shut the gates by Dover Straits , 16 BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
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... hand : Hist ! how the bullets whistle past- And still we wait the word of command , Though our fellows are dropping fast . When will it be my turn , I wonder ; Where and how am I doomed to die ? Will a sword - blade cleave my skull ...
... hand : Hist ! how the bullets whistle past- And still we wait the word of command , Though our fellows are dropping fast . When will it be my turn , I wonder ; Where and how am I doomed to die ? Will a sword - blade cleave my skull ...
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... hands around thy knee . Recline upon thy laurel - wreaths in far niente 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 ...
... hands around thy knee . Recline upon thy laurel - wreaths in far niente 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 ...
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... hands , as summers without sun That bring no gold of corn . With weary feet We tread our ways not caring where they run . The poet's song all golden in his throat Turns to a blood - red chapter , rage unfurled ; The hunter's horn has ...
... hands , as summers without sun That bring no gold of corn . With weary feet We tread our ways not caring where they run . The poet's song all golden in his throat Turns to a blood - red chapter , rage unfurled ; The hunter's horn has ...
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... hands . Beggar and prince in meeting face to face Hold the same secret shining in their eyes- The awful terror of a fierce disgrace , The awful hope that glory may arise , The hope that like a flame from the black field Flings up its ...
... hands . Beggar and prince in meeting face to face Hold the same secret shining in their eyes- The awful terror of a fierce disgrace , The awful hope that glory may arise , The hope that like a flame from the black field Flings up its ...
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