"These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of the slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing ...

Tell her thisAnd more,—That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a childWith surplus of toys.
Tell her thisAnd more,—That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap ...
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