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When the action was over and they were returning with joy, they
recognized Nicanor, lying dead, in full armor.
When the action was over and they were returning with joy, they
recognized Nicanor, lying dead, in full armor.
Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, read more
Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, both are alike requited; God is forgotten and the soldier slighted
Howbeit he refused to turn aside: wherefore Abner with the
hinder end of the spear smote him under the read more
Howbeit he refused to turn aside: wherefore Abner with the
hinder end of the spear smote him under the fifth rib, that the
spear came out behind him; and he fell down there, and died in
the same place: and it came to pass, that as many as came to the
place when Asahel fell down and died stood still.
I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
And read more
I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
And they brought back bodies of living men,
But their eyes were fold and dead.
So, Buddy no matter what else the fame,
No matter what else the prize,
I want you to come back thru The Flame
With the boy-look still in your eyes!
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . read more
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . .
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the read more
And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high read more
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high our honour in your wounded hands,
Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet--
We have no glory great enough for you,
The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His read more
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His form and movement.