The Living Age, Volume 289Living Age Company, 1916 |
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... night and day . Where once the sound of mirth would rouse The sleeping town , The laughter has died out from house to house ; And where through open windows late At night would float delightful song , And glad - souled music from the ...
... night and day . Where once the sound of mirth would rouse The sleeping town , The laughter has died out from house to house ; And where through open windows late At night would float delightful song , And glad - souled music from the ...
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... night the com- mander - in - chief must frame his scheme and at dawn his army must be in mo- tion . But there was a preliminary , and a vital one ; this was to ascertain , if there yet remained time in which to do so , the exact ...
... night the com- mander - in - chief must frame his scheme and at dawn his army must be in mo- tion . But there was a preliminary , and a vital one ; this was to ascertain , if there yet remained time in which to do so , the exact ...
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... night . An aeroplane hove in sight . The men dropped their kits and got under cover in an adjacent wood . The aeroplane was flying at a great height and evi- dently labored under the impression that the kits were men . Twice it flew ...
... night . An aeroplane hove in sight . The men dropped their kits and got under cover in an adjacent wood . The aeroplane was flying at a great height and evi- dently labored under the impression that the kits were men . Twice it flew ...
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... night and day , for many months . The wood itself is a mere forest of poles : hardly a branch , and not a twig , has been spared by the shrapnel . In the no - man's - land be- tween the trenches the poles have been reduced to mere ...
... night and day , for many months . The wood itself is a mere forest of poles : hardly a branch , and not a twig , has been spared by the shrapnel . In the no - man's - land be- tween the trenches the poles have been reduced to mere ...
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are flapping in the breeze . Those Last night , within sandbags or were . the space of one hour , seventy - three shells fell into this wood , and the first of them registered a direct hit upon the dug - out of which those sandbags ...
are flapping in the breeze . Those Last night , within sandbags or were . the space of one hour , seventy - three shells fell into this wood , and the first of them registered a direct hit upon the dug - out of which those sandbags ...
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Page 285 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 95 - A lost thing could I never find, Nor a broken thing mend; And I fear I shall be all alone When I get towards the end. Who will there be to comfort me Or who will be my friend? I will gather and carefully make my friends Of the men of the Sussex Weald; They watch the stars from silent folds, They stiffly plough the field.
Page 389 - I am for it, because I hope to see the day when the American flag will float over every square foot of the British North American possessions clear to the north pole!
Page 502 - I know this in heart and soul; the day shall come for holy Ilios to be laid low, and Priam and the folk of Priam of the good ashen spear. Yet doth the anguish of the Trojans hereafter not so much trouble me neither Hekabe's own, neither king Priam's, neither my brethren's, the many and brave that shall fall in the dust before their foemen, as doth thine anguish in the day when some mail-clad Achaian shall lead thee weeping and rob thee of the light of freedom.
Page 293 - Stop and consider ! life is but a day ; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit ; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan ? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; The reading of an ever-changing tale ; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air ; A laughing schoolboy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Page 374 - I've known, Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies. Nothing remains O dear my loves, O faithless, once again This one last gift I give: that after men Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed, Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved.
Page 649 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 76 - If, then, you wish to insure the interest of your pupils, there is only one way to do it; and that is to make certain that they have something in their minds to attend with, when you begin to talk.
Page 248 - It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other. He that dies in an earnest pursuit, is like one that is wounded in hot blood ; who, for the time, scarce feels the hurt ; and therefore a mind fixed and bent upon somewhat that is good, doth avert the dolours of death ; but, above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is, '' Nunc dimittis" when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations.
Page 535 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.