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Document from the year 2008 in the subject English Language and LiteratureStudies Literature grade language English abstract Once upon atime it matters little when and in stalwart England it matters little wherea fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when thewaving grass was green. Many a wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be aperfumed goblet for the dew felt its enamelled cup filled high with blood thatday and shrinking dropped. Many an insect deriving its delicate colour fromharmless leaves and herbs was stained anew that day by dying men and markedits frightened way with an unnatural track. The painted butterfly took bloodinto the air upon the edges of its wings. The stream ran red. The troddenground became a quagmire whence from sullen pools collected in the prints ofhuman feet and horses hoofs the one prevailing hue still lowered andglimmered at the sun. Heaven keep us from a knowledge of the sights the moonbeheld upon that field when coming up above the black line of distant risingground softened and blurred at the edge by trees she rose into the sky andlooked upon the plain strewn with upturned faces that had once at mothersbreasts sought mothers eyes or slumbered happily. Heaven keep us from aknowledge of the secrets whispered afterwards upon the tainted wind that blewacross the scene of that days work and that nights death and suffering Manya lonely moon was bright upon the battleground and many a star kept mournfulwatch upon it and many a wind from every quarter of the earth blew over itbefore the traces of the fight were worn away. ... «
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