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7395	Holmes, Oliver Wendell	The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Volume 08 Bunker Hill and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	10214	998	96	For I'll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play; And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR HAS COME! Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along their tracks. And we looked, poor timid creatures, on the rough old soldier's features, When the old man said, "They're forming with their bagonets fixed for Tell him here's a soldier bleeding, and he 'll come and dress his So we came to know each other, and I nursed him like a--mother, About the good old times I knew,-Our dear old temple, loved so well, By a famous old hand in the arts of design; So looked the poor forlorn old beast; The old horse nears the judges' stand, He steps a five-year-old again! Some said, "Old Dutchman come again!" On his brown face that same old look I see	./cache/7395.txt	./txt/7395.txt