Fidele’s Grassy Tomb (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the ...
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the ...
Lad, and can you rest now,There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,But is your heart so still?'Twas ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
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