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... hills where dreaming people reign , Strange eyes drop water that have never wept , Men rush to slaughter that have never slain : For look ! the gorgeous armies marching onwards . And look ! the draggled line , the feet that lag , The ...
... hills where dreaming people reign , Strange eyes drop water that have never wept , Men rush to slaughter that have never slain : For look ! the gorgeous armies marching onwards . And look ! the draggled line , the feet that lag , The ...
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... hill have borne the weepers ' moan , Have drowned the drum , have frozen up their tears . They see the dusty roads of separation , They see the lonely seas and stranger lands : Their children give good bodies for the nation And yield ...
... hill have borne the weepers ' moan , Have drowned the drum , have frozen up their tears . They see the dusty roads of separation , They see the lonely seas and stranger lands : Their children give good bodies for the nation And yield ...
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... Hill , Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville , The men whose wasted figures fill The patriot graves of the nation . And there came the nameless dead , -the men Who perished in fever swamp and fen , The slowly - starved of the prison pen ...
... Hill , Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville , The men whose wasted figures fill The patriot graves of the nation . And there came the nameless dead , -the men Who perished in fever swamp and fen , The slowly - starved of the prison pen ...
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... hill , The pines sing by the sea , And Plenty , from her golden horn , Is pouring far and free . O brothers by the farther sea ! Think still our faith is warm ; The same bright flag above us waves That swathed our baby form . The same ...
... hill , The pines sing by the sea , And Plenty , from her golden horn , Is pouring far and free . O brothers by the farther sea ! Think still our faith is warm ; The same bright flag above us waves That swathed our baby form . The same ...
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... hills , The droning of the torrents , The treble of the rills ! Not the braes of broom and heather , Nor the mountains dark with rain , Nor maiden bower , nor border tower , Have heard your sweetest strain ! Dear to the Lowland reaper ...
... hills , The droning of the torrents , The treble of the rills ! Not the braes of broom and heather , Nor the mountains dark with rain , Nor maiden bower , nor border tower , Have heard your sweetest strain ! Dear to the Lowland reaper ...
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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 fair 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 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