GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield.... A Festival of Art, Poetry and Song: Selections from the Greatest Poets of ... - الصفحة 39 بواسطة Frederick Saunders - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 392 عرض كامل -
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