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Post by Schamæl on Sept 29, 2009 14:52:27 GMT
An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Bravely by battery besieged Belgrade, Cossack commanders, cannonading, come, Dealing destruction's devastating doom; Every endeavour engineer’s essay For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray. Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good; Heaves high his head heroic hardihood. Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill, Jostle John, Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill; Kick kindling Kutusoff, kings' kinsmen kill; Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines; Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murderous mines. Now nightfall's nigh, now needful nature nods, Opposed, opposing, overcoming odds. Poor peasants, partly purchased, partly pressed, Quite quaking, "Quarter! Quarter!" quickly quest. Reason returns, recalls redundant rage, Sees sinking soldiers, softens signor's sage. Truce, Turkey, truce! Truce, treacherous Tartar train! Unwise, unjust, unmerciful Ukraine! Vanish, vile vengeance! Vanish, victory vain! Wisdom wails war wails warring words. What were Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier? Yet Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest. Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.
(Usually attributed to Alaric A Watts, 1797-1864)
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Post by LOKFanatiK on Nov 10, 2009 10:19:13 GMT
That is actually pretty cool man I thoght you wrote that till I finished it
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Post by Schamæl on Nov 10, 2009 10:44:11 GMT
lol naah I'm not that good at English! Glad you liked it though I got it from Schott's Miscellany from the Telegraph I think
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