My War Gone By, I Miss It So (1999)
Anthony Loyd
This book opens with the epigraph:
"Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought out to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
"
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought out to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
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