Fold him in his country's stars,Roll the drum and fire the volley!What to him are all our wars,What but death bemocking folly? Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Freedom!" their battle-cry,—"Freedom! or leave to die! Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Love is that orbit of the restless soul Whose circle grazes the confines of space, Bounding within the limits of its raceUtmost extremes. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
Lovers areLike walking ghosts, they always haunt the spotOf their misdeeds. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio