“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
3 comments:
you sure do have eclectic taste eh!
...like that of most Kadebostanians. ;)
The band's music is in the "style" of a saeta.
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