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Слушать(AI)The Grenadiers Good-Bye
"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were,'Forward,
Grenadiers!'"---Press Telegram.
Here they halted, here once more Hand from hand was rent;
Here his voice above the roar Rang, and on they went.
Yonder out of sight they crossed, Yonder died the cheers;
One word lives where all is lost--- "Forward,
Grenadiers!"This alone he asked of fame, This alone of pride;
Still with this he faced the flame, Answered Death, and died.
Crest of battle sunward tossed, Song of the marching years,
This shall live though all be lost--- "Forward,
Grenadiers!"
Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry John Newbolt, CH (6 June 1862 – 19 April 1938) was an English poet, novelist and historian. He is perhaps best remembered for his poem
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