Page:Marlborough and other poems, Sorley, 1919.djvu/143

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you turn that narrow street corner at Boulogne, where some watcher with a lantern is always up for the English troops arriving, with a "Bon courage" for every man.

A year ago to-day—but that way madness lies. (4 August 1915)

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