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Charles Scribner's Sons, 1916 - 174 pagine
 

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Pagina xxi - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Pagina xi - 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 u death so noble.
Pagina xlii - Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At the quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall.
Pagina 144 - I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade When spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death When spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath.
Pagina xxvii - There was a stately drama writ By the hand that peopled the earth and air And set the stars in the infinite And made night gorgeous and morning fair, And all that had sense to reason knew That bloody drama must be gone through.
Pagina xlii - Would the happy spirit descend From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street, As she looks among the blest, Should I fear to greet my friend Or to say 'Forgive the wrong...
Pagina xlv - Be proud of these, have joy in this at least, And cry: "Now heaven be praised That in that hour that most imperilled her, Menaced her liberty who foremost raised Europe's bright flag of freedom, some there were Who, not unmindful of the antique debt, Came back the generous path of Lafayette...
Pagina 143 - Coming a half mile off; When, not to hear, some try to talk, And some to clean their guns, or sing, And some dig deeper in the chalk — I look upon my ring: And nerves relax that were most tense, And Death comes whistling down unheard, As I consider all the sense Held in that mystic word. And it brings, quieting like balm My heart whose flutterings have ceased, The resignation and the calm And wisdom of the East. I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH...
Pagina 171 - Be they remembered here with each reviving spring, Not only that in May, when life is loveliest, Around Neuville-Saint-Vaast and the disputed crest Of Vimy, they, superb, unfaltering, In that fine onslaught that no fire could halt, Parted impetuous to their first assault; But that they brought fresh hearts and springlike too To that high mission, and 'tis meet to strew With twigs of lilac and spring's earliest rose The cenotaph of those Who in the cause that history most endears Fell in the sunny...
Pagina xxvi - And where have you been all the time, and what have you been doing?" The very question would be a reproach, though none were intended. How could they endure it ? Face to face with a situation like that, a man becomes reconciled, justifies easily the part he is playing, and comes to understand, in a universe where logic counts for so little and sentiment and the impulse of the heart for so much, the incvitableness and naturalness of war.

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