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The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Thomas Campbell

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Thomas Campbell
Age: 66 †
Born: 1777
Born: July 27
Died: 1844
Died: June 15
Journalist
Musicologist
Poet
Writer
Glasgow
Scotland
Combat
Charge
Banners
Grave
Deepens
Graves
Munich
Wave
Chivalry
Brave
Banner
Glory
Rush
Bravery

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