To horse! to horse! brave Cavaliers!
To horse for Church and Crown!
Strike, strike your tents! snatch up your spears!
And ho for London town!
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Nicely presented the courageious depiction on battle. Have congratulation.
Of bench and woolsack, tub and chair, We'll build a glorious pyre, And tons of rebel parchment there Shall crackle in the fire. With them shall perish, cheek by jowl, Petition, psalm and libel, The Colonel's canting muster-roll, The Chaplain's dog-ear'd Bible. Nice poem.... Thanks for sharing...
The glory of the battle hymn; the yearning, mournful song of reverie; neither can quench the acrid stench of war's hellacious harvest, or fill the empty arms of mother's and wives.
Maze, blaze! The voice of her dismay! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Depiction so realistic. Thanks