 But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's...  Poems - Sida 554efter George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
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...the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well...stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused that vengeance blood alone could quell, He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell ! FLOWERS... | |
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