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    • Verlag: Published by Paul Elek Books Limited, 14 Great James Street, London First UK Edition . 1961., 1961

      • Hardcover
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      Anbieter: Little Stour Books PBFA Member, Canterbury, Vereinigtes KönigreichLittle Stour Books PBFA Member

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      Zustand: Gebraucht - Gut

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      Zustand: Very Good. First UK edition hard back binding in publisher's original illustrated paper covered boards. Quarto 10'' x 7½''. Contains 93 printed pages of text with humorous monochrome cartoon illustrations throughout. Light spotting to the end papers and in Very Good clean condition, no dust wrapper. Member of the P.B.F.A. HUMOUR (Satire, Cartoon).

    • Sprache: Englisch

      Verlag: Self Published, London, 1914

      • Softcover
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      • Manuskript//Papierbasiertes Sammlerstück

      Anbieter: The Secret Bookshop, Tararua, NeuseelandThe Secret Bookshop

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      Soft cover. Zustand: Good. 1st Edition. This original emotive poem by Barry Pain in the authors original hand which is signed and dated when the author was working for the Westminster Gazette in November 1914 is in good condition for its age. Two sided with fold creases, minor foxing and a little splitting to the very tips of the folds. The poem is as follows. I dreamed that overhead I saw in twilight grey The Army of the Dead Marching upon its way, So still and passionless, With faces so serene, That scarcely could one guess Such men in war had been. No mark of hurt they bore, Nor smoke, nor bloody stain; Nor suffered any more Famine, fatigue, or pain; Nor any lust of hate Now lingered in their eyes — Who have fulfilled their fate, Have lost all enmities. A new and greater pride So quenched the pride of race That foes marched side by side Who once fought face to face. That ghostly army's plan Knows but one race, one rod — All nations there are Man, And the one King is God. No longer on their ears The bugle's summons falls; Beyond these angled spheres The Archangel's trumpet calls; And by that trumpet led Far up the exalted sky The Army of the Dead Goes by, and still goes by — Look upward, standing mute.