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Page 28
... never our work is done , The chain that links us purest gold- The love of a son for son . And none may hear it and say it nay , We are one in silk or rag ; O , sons of the Motherland , obey The call of the old Home Flag ! Red - for the ...
... never our work is done , The chain that links us purest gold- The love of a son for son . And none may hear it and say it nay , We are one in silk or rag ; O , sons of the Motherland , obey The call of the old Home Flag ! Red - for the ...
Page 29
... 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 burning banner , and returning homewards The pallid faces and the ...
... 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 burning banner , and returning homewards The pallid faces and the ...
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... never bowed from its firm - set seat When the living column 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 ...
... never bowed from its firm - set seat When the living column 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 ...
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... never a banner above them spread , Nor a badge , nor a motto brandishèd ; No mark - save the bare uncovered head Of the silent bronze Reviewer ; With never an arch save the vaulted sky ; With never a flower save those that lie On the ...
... never a banner above them spread , Nor a badge , nor a motto brandishèd ; No mark - save the bare uncovered head Of the silent bronze Reviewer ; With never an arch save the vaulted sky ; With never a flower save those that lie On the ...
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... never a word , But beat with his fist full sore That aged man , who had worked for Grant Some three years before the war . Bret Harte . JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG HAVE you heard the story that 49 D BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
... never a word , But beat with his fist full sore That aged man , who had worked for Grant Some three years before the war . Bret Harte . JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG HAVE you heard the story that 49 D BATTLE POEMS AND PATRIOTIC VERSES.
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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