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roots2life roots2life 46-50, M 7 Answers Mar 14, 2012

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For The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon.

This part of that poem is especially poignant:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

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High Flight

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.



Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth



And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;



Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth



Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things



You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung



High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,



I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung



My eager craft through footless halls of air.



Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue



I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace



Where never lark, or even eagle flew.



And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod



The high untrespassed sanctity of space



Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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Tennyson's charge of the light brigade

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Home they brought the warrior dead,Oh captain,my captain and "incident of the french camp" by robert browning is the best

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Thank you for that....

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