April On Waggon Hill (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
Lad, and can you rest now,There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,But is your heart so still?'Twas ...
Lad, and can you rest now,There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,But is your heart so still?'Twas ...
O living pictures of the dead, O songs without a sound, O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
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