English poem
Archer
by James Miller (1860–1947)
Nay, down, old poltron, down! unto the death; Since I must take your life for your deceit. Ecclesiastics always come between The soldier and his heaven!
Versos English James Miller Archer
Versos English James Miller Archer
English poem
by James Miller (1860–1947)
Nay, down, old poltron, down! unto the death; Since I must take your life for your deceit. Ecclesiastics always come between The soldier and his heaven!