Some quick to arm,
some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness,
some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in
imagination learning later...
Some in fear, learning love of
slaughter;
Died some, pro patria,
non 'dulce' non 'et decor' ...
walked eye-deep in hell
believing in old men's lies,
the unbelieving came home,
home to a lie.
Pull down the vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail,
A swollen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black half white
Nor knowst'ou wing from tail
Pull down the vanity,
Paquin, pull down !
The green casque has outdone your elegance.
some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness,
some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in
imagination learning later...
Some in fear, learning love of
slaughter;
Died some, pro patria,
non 'dulce' non 'et decor' ...
walked eye-deep in hell
believing in old men's lies,
the unbelieving came home,
home to a lie.
Pull down the vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail,
A swollen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black half white
Nor knowst'ou wing from tail
Pull down the vanity,
Paquin, pull down !
The green casque has outdone your elegance.
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