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" Striking the hospital wall, crashing thro' it, their shot and their shell, Death — for their spies were among us, their marksmen were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro* the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing... "
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Evolution of Expression, Nide 1

Charles Wesley Emerson - 1905
...told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...mosque and the palace — and death in the ground ! v. Mine ? yes, a mine ! Countermine I down, down I and creep through the hole, Keep the revolver...

The Home Reader and Reciter

1906 - 320 sivua
...told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...the mosque and the palace, and death In the ground! Storm at the Water-gate! storm at the Bailey -gate! storm, and It ran Surging and swaying all round...

Golden Poems by British and American Authors

Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 526 sivua
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro' the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...ten thousand at once of the rebels that girdled us Death at the glimpse of a finger from over the breadth of a street, Death from the heights of the mosque...

The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Nide 4

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro' the brain that could think for the rest; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...ground ! Mine ? yes, a mine ! Countermine ! down, dowr \ and creep thro' the hole ! Keep the revolver in hand ! you can hear him — the murderous mole...

The Shorter Poems of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 285 sivua
...told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro' the brain that could think for the rest ; 'JO Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...mosque and the palace, and death in the ground ! Mine t yes, a mine ! Countermine ! down, down ! and creep thro' the hole ! 25 Keep the revolver in hand...

British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge ...

Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 935 sivua
...(who died on his journey from India) visited Lucknow. A tribute overwhelmingly touching." (.Tennyson.) and to the cavern's depth she fled, Mocking; and...come home, And towards evening see the headlands ris 1 Mine ? yes, a mine ! Countermine ! down, down ! and creep thro' the hole ! Keep the revolver in hand...

The Speaker's Garland, Nide 5

Phineas Garrett - 1910
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would rain at our feet, Fire from ton thousand at once of the rebels that girdled us round ; Death at the glimpse of a finger from over...

Poems of patriotism, history and legend

1912
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would...Mine? yes, a mine! Countermine! down, down! and creep through the hole! Keep the revolver in hand! you can hear him — the murderous mole! Quiet, ah! quiet...

The Works of Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1913 - 1033 sivua
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro' the brain that could think for the rest; an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with...Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs t Dcatli from the heights of the mosque and the palace, and death in the ground ! Mine? yes, a mine!...

Recovered Yesterdays in Literature

William Alfred Quayle - 1916 - 306 sivua
...were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would rain at our feet — And so they died — but at their post. The stench of putrid death, horrors eating at the heart,...




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