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Слушать(AI)The Morning Paper
Carnage!
Humanity disgraced!
Time's dearest toil effaced!
Poison gases and
Putting Nero to shame!
Bayonet, bomb and shell!
Merry reading for hell!
The wickedness! the waste!
Courage!
To gain their fiery goal,
Some crumbling, blood-soaked knoll,
How fearlessly they
Their flesh to suffering,
Offer their ardent
To gasping, shuddering death!
O miracle of soul!
Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although
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