Inter Arma: Being Essays Written in Time of War

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Scribners, 1916 - 248 páginas
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Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 111 - Arts de France. Surely there must come a day of reckoning for Germany. October 1915. THE NAPOLEONIC WARS IN ENGLISH POETRY THE NAPOLEONIC WARS IN ENGLISH POETRY IT has always been noted in our history that the engagement of the British nation in important warfare does not have the result of stimulating the British poets to immediate celebration of battles. There are many causes which may be cited as inducing this silence, and some of the most powerful of them were suggested by Professor Gilbert Murray...
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Página 127 - And there found wanting ? On the stage of blood Foremost the resolute adventurer stood ; And when, by many a battle won, He placed upon his brow the crown, Curbing delirious France beneath his sway, Then, like Octavius in old time, Fair name might he have handed down, Effacing many a stain of former crime.
Página 132 - For Thou art angry with Thine enemies ! For these, and mourning for our errors, And sins, that point their terrors, We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud And magnify Thy name, Almighty God ! But Man is Thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent...

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