Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.
.......
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old;
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness, and cold.


Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)


Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. ....... No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old;...

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. ....... No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old;...

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. ....... No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old;...

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. ....... No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old;...