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  1. Há 23 horas · If it be found, when the battle clears, Their death has set me free, Then how shall I live with myself through the years. Which they have bought for me? Brethren, how must it fare with me, Or how am I justified, If it be proven that I am he. For whom mankind has died --. If it be proven that I am he.

  2. Há 2 dias · And banquet together beneath my Throne, And all Brethren shall come to that mess. As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less." "Send a swift shallop to Hiram of Tyre, Felling and floating our beautiful trees, Say that the Brethren and I desire. Talk with our Brethren who use the seas. And we shall be happy to meet them at mess.

  3. Há 5 dias · The Stranger. I cannot feel his mind. But not the soul behind. When we go to buy or sell. Shall repossess his blood. They think of the likes of me. By bitter bread and wine. The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk-- I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But.

  4. Há 4 dias · The Explorer. "There's no sense in going further --. it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it --. broke my land and sowed my crop --. Built my barns and strung my fences. in the little border station. Tucked away below the foothills. where the trails run out and stop.

  5. Há 4 dias · Plunder of earth shall be all his own. Who travels the fastest and travels alone. Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made--. His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown--. He travels the fastest who travels alone! Rudyard Kipling.

  6. Há 2 dias · Recessional. June 22, 1897. God of our fathers, known of old-. Lord of our far-flung battle -line-. Beneath whose awful Hand we hold. Dominion over palm and pine-. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies-.

  7. Há 5 dias · Than forecourts of kings, and her outermost pits than the streets where men gather. Inland, among dust, under trees -- inland where the slayer may slay him --. Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he must lay him. His Sea from the first that betrayed -- at the last that shall never betray him: