I made that up!

To be  of will grim
Oh,hell, he will grin
Onward instant soldiers
He who would by talent see
To be a madman
Who is a pagan?
The Lord is deafened
The Lord’s own weapon
Guardian angels, did you see  Newsnight?
Underneath your arches,I’ll scream  till  you see me
Blessed is the word in the clue.
Did you ever get to Devon?
Oh,well. Orwell?
Near lustful daughters he needs me
He imbibed my glass of spirits.
Wraith of our Fathers  living will
Good will to all men kind.
God of our blathers
Oh,little  wall of Bethlehem.
Jerusalem was  built  on  a hill.They couldn’t afford to move the hill ,you see
[I made that up]