After Portsmouth
Begirt with bombs that fall and flames that rise,
The Tsar, bewildered, stares. " Alas, " he cries,
" Life withholds joy and death denies release!
And Roosevelt would have me think this peace. "
The Tsar, bewildered, stares. " Alas, " he cries,
" Life withholds joy and death denies release!
And Roosevelt would have me think this peace. "
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.