The Battle Line of Democracy: Prose and Poetry of the World WarU.S. Government Printing Office, 1917 - 133 pagine |
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The Battle Line of Democracy: Prose and Poetry of the World War United States. Committee on Public Information Visualizzazione completa - 1917 |
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN America arms avenging sword unsheathe banner battle beat beautiful Belgium bless blood blow born brave bugles blown Captain citizens civilization CLINTON SCOLLARD dead death deeds Democracy dream drum duty earth England eyes faith fate field fight Flanders fields Follow the flag freedom glorious glory of ships hand hath hear heaven HENRY VAN DYKE heroes honor hope host human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Katherine Lee Bates kings KONSTANTIN BALMONT land LEE BATES liberty Lieutenant Miles light lives Lord Malines Manila Bay mankind March MAURICE MAETERLINCK mind nation never noble o'er ourselves patriotism peace permission principles proud race Russia sacrifice shore SIDNEY LOW sleep soldier song soul speak spirit stand stars strive strong submarines thee thine things Thou thought truth United VIVE LA FRANCE voice W. E. HENLEY WALT WHITMAN word
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Pagina 46 - BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America ! America ! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea...
Pagina 42 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Pagina 24 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God...
Pagina 47 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Pagina 21 - The world must be made safe for democracy. Its peace must be planted upon the tested foundations of political liberty. We have no selfish ends to serve. We desire no conquest, no dominion. We seek no indemnities for ourselves, no material compensation for the sacrifices we shall freely make. We are but one of the champions of the rights of mankind.
Pagina 121 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 52 - THE word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more ; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Pagina 36 - Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky; Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by.
Pagina 24 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Pagina 114 - WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the Song on your bugles blown, England — Round the world on your bugles blown!