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Flanders
Carl Sandburg
"Where is...
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In Flanders Fields
John Alexander McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce...
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Flanders Fields
Elizabeth Daryush
Here the scanted daisy glows
Glorious as the carmined rose;
Here the hill-top's verdure mean
Fair is with unfading green;
Here, where sorrow still...
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In flanders
Eugene Field
Where the herring fish meanders,
An army sped, and then, 't is said,
 Swore terribly in Flanders:
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In Flanders
Frederick William (FW) Harvey
I'm homesick for my hills again -
My hills again!
To see above the Severn plain,
Unscabbarded against the sky,
The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;...
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In Flanders Field
John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce...
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In Flanders Fields
John Alexander McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly...
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The Fields Of Flanders
Edith Nesbit
Last year the fields were all glad and gay
With silver daisies and silver may;
There were kingcups gold by the river's edge
And primrose stars under...
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The Lowlands Of Flanders
Katharine Tynan
For the Lowlands of Flanders,
It's there that we must fight;...
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The Wife of Flanders
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,
Where I had seven sons until to-day,
A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . . ...
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In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce...
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