<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409848" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the walls of Monterey<br>At daybreak the bugles began to play,<br>Victor Galbraith!<br>In the mist of the morning damp and gray,<br>These were the words they seemed to say:<br>'Come forth to thy death,<br>Victor Galbraith!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth he came, with a martial tread;<br>Firm was his step, erect his head;<br>Victor Galbraith,<br>He who so well the bugle played,<br>Could not mistake the words it said:<br>'Come forth to thy death,<br>Victor Galbraith!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked at the earth, he looked at the sky,<br>He looked at the files of musketry,<br>Victor Galbraith!<br>And he said, with a steady voice and eye,<br>'Take good aim; I am ready to die!'<br>Thus challenges death<br>Victor Galbraith. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve fiery tongues flashed straight and red,<br>Six leaden balls on their errand sped;<br>Victor Galbraith<br>Falls to the ground, but he is not dead;<br>His name was not stamped on those balls of lead,<br>And they only scath<br>Victor Galbraith. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three balls are in his breast and brain,<br>But he rises out of the dust again,<br>Victor Galbraith!<br>The water he drinks has a bloody stain;<br>'O kill me, and put me out of my pain!'<br>In his agony prayeth<br>Victor Galbraith. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth dart once more those tongues of flame,<br>And the bugler has died a death of shame,<br>Victor Galbraith!<br>His soul has gone back to whence it came,<br>And no one answers to the name,<br>When the Sergeant saith,<br>'Victor Galbraith!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the walls of Monterey<br>By night a bugle is heard to play,<br>Victor Galbraith!<br>Through the mist of the valley damp and gray<br>The sentinels hear the sound, and say,<br>'That is the wraith<br>Of Victor Galbraith!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409848" data-title="Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Under the walls of Monterey At daybreak the bugles began to play, Victor Galbraith! In the mist of the morning damp and gray, These were the words they seemed to say: 'Come forth to thy death, Victor Galbraith!' Forth he came, with a martial tre..."></div> </div> </div>

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