Gun-Teams (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
All night fell hammers, shock on shock; With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd: ...
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