Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
'Our armies swore terribly in Flanders,' cried my Uncle Toby, 'but nothing to this.'
of Anne of Cleves. The King found her so different from her picture ... that ... he swore they had brought him a Flanders mare.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.
Thus the liberties of Holland and Flanders waxed, daily, stronger.
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.
Flanders I think we hit something. Homer I hope it's Flanders
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