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John McCrae Quotes

John McCrae quotes

Canadian Poet November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918

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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 heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago. We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie. In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you, from falling hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. In... John McCrae
Bid them be patient, and some day, anon, They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep; Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn, And in content may turn them to their sleep. John McCrae
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. In Flanders fields. John McCrae
Men pass my grave, and say, "'Twere well to sleep, Like such an one, amid the uncaring dead!"How should they know the vigils that I keep, The tears I shed? John McCrae
John McCrae quote: "Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain. Creeps,..."
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain. Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street 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 heard among the guns below. John McCrae
John McCrae quote: "Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we..."
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw. John McCrae
John McCrae quote: "We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields."
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields. John McCrae
That day of battle in the dusty heat. We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing. Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat, And we the harvest of their garnering. John McCrae

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