The five nations

Charles Scribner's sons, 1903
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Página 197 - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget — lest we forget...
Página 197 - The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — -lest we forget!
Página 51 - So they said, and I believed it — broke my land and sowed my crop — Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop. Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated — so: "Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges — "Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!
Página 79 - Take up the White Man's burden No tawdry rule of kings, But toil of serf and sweeper The tale of common things. The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go make them with your living, And mark them with your dead!
Página 78 - TAKE up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.
Página 68 - All heavy-winged with brine, Here lies above the folded crest The Channel's leaden line; And here the sea-fogs lap and cling, And here, each warning each, The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring Along the hidden beach. We have no waters to delight Our broad and brookless vales — Only the dewpond on the height Unfed, that never fails...
Página 198 - Far-called, our navies melt away ; On dune and headland sinks the fire. Lo ! all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, — lest we forget...
Página 113 - Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson : it will do us no end of good.
Página 68 - As when the Romans came. What sign of those that fought and died At shift of sword and sword ? The barrow and the camp abide, The sunlight and the sward.
Página 79 - Take up the White Man's burden — And reap his old reward: The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard — The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:'Why brought ye us from bondage, 'Our loved Egyptian night?

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