Tuesday, June 26, 2007

A fragment

The following was written by Gilbert some time between 1902 and 1906. It's short but sweet.
The furious Frenchman comes with his clarions and his drums,
His tactics of Sadowa and his maxims of Jean-Paul,
He is bursting on our flanks, grasp your pikes and close your ranks,
For Belloc never comes but to conquer or to fall.
Just a little someting to bide the time.

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