...every man upon this earth, Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better, Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods. And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest ; And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods, 28. " And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her...

...every man upon this earth Drath cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing tearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods : And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest; And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast;...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods, 28. " And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods, " And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast,...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can men die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods. " Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed you may ; I, with two more to help me, Will hold...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon órlate; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods?'" Not one other word should stout old Cooles have uttered, of apology for claiming to himself the post of danger and of...

...Albert would repeat after me in a kind of rhapsody — " For how can man die better, Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods ?" I was living Merton days once more ; I was " Long Jim" (my nickname at Merton, because of my stature)...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late ; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods ! " Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed you may ; i See note 1, p. 230. I, with two...

...every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods, And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast,...