...Unconscious of his son. " Speak, Father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet begone ! And " — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled...that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My Father ! must I stay ?" While o'er him fast, through sail and...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...he cried, " If I may yet be gone !" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " — And but the booming shots replied, And fust the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, " If 1 may yet be gone !" ' —And but the booming sjiots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair; . And look'J from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...cried, « If 1 may yet be gone !" — And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud,...

...of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father ! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. * Y'Miii:, Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the ailiniml of the Orient, remained...

...Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father!" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled...that lone post of death In still yet brave despair ! And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and...

...Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father!" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled...that lone post of death In still yet brave despair ! And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and...