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At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ( Read more... ) -
The Somme, 1 July 1916
THE FARMER REMEMBERS THE SOMME
Vance Palmer (1885-1959)
Will they never fade or pass ( Read more... ) -
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping;
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again
Tho' the woeful may cease from their greetin'.
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28 June 1914
ON the idle hill of summer, Sleepy with the flow of streams ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 22: Merry Christmas
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ( Read more... ) -
Someone's Valentine
Sarah Long, 1674. Phipps Street Cemetery, Charlestown (Boston), Mass. From the Farber Collection.
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