"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
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You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.
You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.
The bomb that fell on Hiroshima fell on America too. It fell on no city, no munition plants, no docks. read more
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Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like read more
She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like Summer grass,
Surge at her, mass on mass,
Still shall you break like glass,
Splinter and break like shivered glass,
But pass?
You shall not pass!
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that
this is war.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . .
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
