Quote#War
Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waits
Quote byThomas Kibble Hervey · 1799–1859
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The dead Trumpeter..
English (original)
Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waits To bear thee to the battle back; Thou slumberest at a foeman’s gates,— Thy dog would break thy bivouac; Thy plume is trailing in the dust And thy red falchion gathering rust.
— Thomas Kibble Hervey
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