Collected Poems 1897 - 1907 by Henry Newbolt
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page 54 of 109 (49%)
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The Grenadier's Good-Bye
"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, 'Forward, Grenadiers!'"---Press Telegram. Here they halted, here once more Hand from hand was rent; Here his voice above the roar Rang, and on they went. Yonder out of sight they crossed, Yonder died the cheers; One word lives where all is lost--- "Forward, Grenadiers!" This alone he asked of fame, This alone of pride; Still with this he faced the flame, Answered Death, and died. Crest of battle sunward tossed, Song of the marching years, This shall live though all be lost--- "Forward, Grenadiers!" The Schoolfellow Our game was his but yesteryear; |
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