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Honor and pity for the smitten field,
The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn, Whose want must famish love morn after morn, Till Death, the good physician, shall have healed The craving and the tearspent eyelids sealed. Proud be the homes that for each cannon-torn, Encrimsoned rampart have been left forlorn; Holy the knells o'er fallen patriots pealed. But they, above the battle, throng a space Of starry silences and silver rest. Commingled ghosts, they press like brothers through White, dove-winged portals, where one Father's face Atones their passion, as the ethereal blue Serenes the fiery glows of east and west. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |