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Fighting the Flames!, Or Twenty-Seven Years in the Montreal Fire Brigade: A ...
William Orme McRobie
No preview available - 2016
Fighting the Flames! Or, Twenty-Seven Years in the Montreal Fire Brigade
William Orme McRobie
No preview available - 2010
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Page 211 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Page 211 - Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns !" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 266 - O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us ! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An...
Page 211 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell...
Page 212 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 274 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Page 299 - Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Page 206 - God will be a husband to the widow, and a father to the fatherless.