Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 621
ervice he could render. His hair was powdered white at times, As was the fashion then ;His silver buckles, how they shone! You know him now, I ken. Is not my hero best of all,— This man of olden time ?I thought t would keep his memory sweet To write this little rhyme. THERMOPYLAE. BY PERCY V.… … His eyes were of the brightest blue,His forehead broad and high; His hatchet told the people firstHe could not tell a lie.
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