If I were fierce and bald and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. Siegfried Louvain Sassoon
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. TennysonSearch Quotes Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
The Princess, pt.4, added song, stanzas1^2.
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