Begin New Search
Refine Last Search
Cemetery Lookup
Add Burial Records
Help with Find A Grave

Top Contributors
Success Stories
Community Forums
Find A Grave Store

Log In
Flowers left for George Boker
Blood, blood! The lines of every printed sheet Through their dark arteries reek with running gore; At hearth, at board, before the household door, 'T is the sole subject with which neighbors meet.Girls at the feast, and children in the street, Prattle of horrors; flash their little store Of simple jests against the cannon's roar, As if mere slaughter kept existence sweet.O, heaven, I quail at the familiar way This fool, the world, disports his jingling cap; Murdering or dying with one grin agap!Our very Love comes draggled from the fray, Smiling at victory, scowling at mishap, With gory Death companioned and at play.-George Boker
- Quack_Quack
 Added: May. 7, 2011

Privacy Statement and Terms of Service