Word from England: An Anthology of Prose and Poetry, Compiled for the King's Forces |
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There is not a breath the blue wave to curl , But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh , sweetly we'll rest our weary oar . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near and the daylight's past . Thomas Moore .
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl , But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh , sweetly we'll rest our weary oar . Row , brothers , row , the stream runs fast , The rapids are near and the daylight's past . Thomas Moore .
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said Belle , picking me up : “ I don't know what you mean by Long Melford , ” said I , gasping for breath . Why , this long right of yours , " said Belle , feeling my right arm— “ if you do , I shouldn't wonder if you yet stand a chance ...
said Belle , picking me up : “ I don't know what you mean by Long Melford , ” said I , gasping for breath . Why , this long right of yours , " said Belle , feeling my right arm— “ if you do , I shouldn't wonder if you yet stand a chance ...
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... last breath in the Black Hole . The day broke , the day which was to decide the fate of India . At sunrise the army of the Nabob , pouring through many openings from the camp , began to move towards the grove where the English lay .
... last breath in the Black Hole . The day broke , the day which was to decide the fate of India . At sunrise the army of the Nabob , pouring through many openings from the camp , began to move towards the grove where the English lay .
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