"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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Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred read more
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylae!
The English Infantry is the most formidable in Europe, but
fortunately there is not much of it.
[Fr., read more
The English Infantry is the most formidable in Europe, but
fortunately there is not much of it.
[Fr., L'infanterie anglaise est la plus redoubtable de l"Europe;
heureusement, il n'y en a pas beaucoup.]
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
read more
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
Never a groan but God has harkened,
Counting their cruelties one by one.
I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace is an interlude during war.
I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace is an interlude during war.
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out read more
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out of the same by other means.
And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the read more
And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . read more
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.
Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)
Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)
Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the read more
Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the women carry on.
