Let the bugles sound the Truce of God to the whole world forever.
Words are the bugles of social change.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry, Of bugles going by.bliss carman
Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by.
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.thomas campbell