...flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on—he would not go, Without his father's word; * Young Casablanca, a boy about...

...flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on — be would not go, Without his father's word ; * Young Casabianca, a boy about...

...flarae that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames rolled on — he would not go, Without his Father's word ; That Father, faint in death below,...

...flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on — he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below,...

...flame that lit the hattle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on— he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faiut in death below,...

...flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames rpll'd on— he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below,...

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...flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form ! The flames rolled on — he would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death...

...flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form ! The flames rolled on — he would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death...

...flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. * Young Casablanca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the Admiral of the Orient, remained at his...