Inter Arma: Being Essays Written in Time of WarScribners, 1916 - 248 sider This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone! |
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Side 228 - In one year they sent a million fighters forth South and North, And they built their gods a brazen pillar high As the sky, Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force — Gold, of course. Oh heart ! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns ! Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin ! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest ! Love is best.
Side 14 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
Side 128 - He fell, the forest prowlers' prey; But thou must eat thy heart away! The Roman, t when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome, Threw down the dagger — dared depart In savage grandeur, home: He dared depart, in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne, Yet left him such a doom!
Side 112 - O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Dissension, like a vapor sinks ; And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks; Such was this heaven-loved isle, Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! No more shall freedom smile ? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more ? Since all must life resign, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the...
Side 120 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 123 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw ; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array...
Side 180 - ... C'est une forte femme aux puissantes mamelles, A la voix rauque, aux durs appas, Qui, du brun sur la peau, du feu dans les prunelles, Agile et marchant à grands pas, Se plaît aux cris du peuple, aux sanglantes mêlées, Aux longs roulements des tambours, A l'odeur de la poudre, aux lointaines volées Des cloches et des canons sourds; Qui ne prend ses amours que dans la populace, Qui ne prête son large flanc Qu'à des gens forts comme elle, et qui veut qu'on l'embrasse Avec des bras rouges...
Side 119 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Side 116 - Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile, O Albion ! O my mother isle ! Thy valleys, fair as Eden's bowers, Glitter green with sunny showers ; Thy grassy uplands' gentle swells Echo to the bleat of flocks {Those grassy hills, those glittering dells Proudly ramparted with rocks) ; And Ocean, 'mid his uproar wild, Speaks safety to his island-child ! Hence, for many a fearless...
Side 111 - So stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height. O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight...