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Die Nebel fallen wieder ein Die Nebel fallen wieder ein und lassen mich mit mir allein. Mein großer Schmerz wird bleiern schwer. Und drückt nur - und erlöst nicht mehr. Das er mich hat vergessen gemacht in lauterer Glut, die er entfacht, - mein... Poet: Leonie Spitzer	The Fallen (In Memoriam, May 30) I. TOLL the slow bell, Toll the low bell, Toll, toll, Make dole For them that wrought so well. Come, come, With muffled drum And wailing lorn Of dolorous horn; The solemn measure slow... Poet: John Vance Cheney	Fallen Greece From “The Giaour” CLIME of the unforgotten brave! Whose land, from plain to mountain-cave, Was Freedom’s home or Glory’s grave! Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee? Approach, thou craven, crouching slave; Say,... Poet: Lord Byron	Our Fallen Heroes The Angel of the nation’s peace Has wreathed with flowers the battle-drum; We see the fruiting fields increase Where sound of war no more shall come. The swallow skims the Tennessee, Soft winds play o’er the Rapidan; There only echo notes... Poet: George Bancroft Griffith
Thought I, the fallen flowers "Thought I, the fallen flowers Are returning to their branch; But lo! they were butterflies." Poet: