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In June Heaven's armies chastise the corrupt and evil,
Seeking to bind roc and whale with a league-long cord
Red glows the far side of the River Gan,
Thanks to our wing under Huang Gonglyue

The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising;
There are...

In our heart of hearts
Victory crown the just,
And that braggarts
Surely bite the dust,

Dr Ramsden cannot read The Times obituary
He’s dead
Let monographs on silk worms by other people
Thrown

I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale
I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale
Look where the rash wind chases With clouds the climbing sun
The day makes merry faces— Gaily her gray steeds run

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep

I
March, march,
Ettrick and Teviotdale,    Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order
March, march,

The Red Army fears not the trials of the Long March,
Holding light ten thousand crags and torrents
The Five Ridges wind like gentle ripples,
And the majestic Wumeng roll by, globules of clay

The battery grides and jingles,
Mile succeeds to mile;
Shaking the noonday
The guns lunge out awhile,

Scots, what hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again
O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky

There's a wind blowing Cold through the corridors, A ghost-wind, The flapping of defeated wings, A hell-fantasy From meadows damned To eternal April And listening, listening To the wind I hear The throat-rattle of dying men, From whose ears oozes ...