The Ladies in Parliament: And Other PiecesDeighton, Bell, 1869 - 196 pagine |
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Pagina 192 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
Pagina 193 - Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain: Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving; I with uncovered head Salute the sacred dead, Who went, and who return not. — Say not so ! Tis not the grapes of Canaan that repay, But the high faith that failed not by the way...
Pagina 194 - We rather seem the dead that stayed behind. Blow, trumpets, all your exultations blow! For never shall their aureoled presence lack: I see them muster in a gleaming row, With ever-youthful brows that nobler show; We find in our dull road their shining track; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow, Part of our life's unalterable good, Of all our saintlier aspiration; They come transfigured back, Secure from change in their high-hearted ways, Beautiful evermore, and with the rays...
Pagina 193 - We welcome back our bravest and our best; — Ah me! not all! some come not with the rest, Who went forth brave and bright as any here! I strive to mix some gladness with my strain, But the sad strings complain...
Pagina 193 - I sweep them for a psean, but they wane Again and yet again Into a dirge, and die away in pain. In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain: Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving...
Pagina 135 - Whoever commits mischief by killing, poisoning, maiming or rendering useless any animal or animals of the value of ten rupees or upwards, shall be punished with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to two years, or with fine, or with both.
Pagina 45 - I make the butter fly, all in an hour; I put aside the preserves and cold meats, Telling my master the cream has turned sour, Hiding the pickles, purloining the sweets. "I never languish for husband or dower ; I never sigh to see ' gyps ' at my feet ; I make the butter fly, all in an hour, Taking it home for my Saturday treat.
Pagina 192 - We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Pagina 25 - And telling hits no longer lurk 'neath asterisk and dash; And poets deal in epithets as soft as skeins of silk, Nor dream of calling silly lords " a curd of ass's milk ". And satirists confine their art to cutting jokes on Beales, Or snap like angry puppies round a mightier tribune's heels: Discussing whether he can scan and understand the lines About the wooden Horse of Troy, and when and where he dines: Though gentlemen should blush to talk as if they cared a button Because one night in Chcsham...
Pagina 188 - ... Marathon, they did not stop to count the odds ; but went at a run straight into the midst of the twenty myriads of Medes and Phoenicians. Out of breath, but not of heart, — with such line as they could keep, and with so much martial science as a city militia might recall in the heat of contest, — they fought foot to foot and beard to beard, until the conquerors of the world broke and fled. And that very night they marched home to their supper; — all save one hundred and...