Drake’s Drum (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
O living pictures of the dead, O songs without a sound, O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground ...
We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us. We had found her lying as dead, but soft ...
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