The Soldier-boyPutnam, 1916 - 116 стор. |
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asked birds British Expeditionary Force called cartoons CHAPTER cheerful chicks child cried cross dear death Donatello duty Easter endures England eternal eyes face faith fight Flanders front G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS George George stand glory grave Ham Common happy heart Hetty hillside in Salonica immortal khaki letter light little walk lives London boys look Louis Raemaek material memories Mendelssohn Miggles mother murmured never night once Park passed peace picture poem pounds and sixpence quiet room Raemaekers Rembrandt Richmond Hill Richmond Park Roger sacrifice Sensitive silent singing smiled Soldier-Boy song Sons New York soul stories Strindberg Surrexit talk tears tell thought Tipperary told trees trenches Uncle Ben Uncle John Uncon undying things unforgettable sight uttered victory vision splendid waiting watching Westminster whelps whisper Winchelsea wisdom words York London young
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Сторінка 35 - The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. " In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die; and their departure is taken for misery. I " And their going from us to be utter destruction ; but they are in peace.
Сторінка 64 - For the love of God is broader Than the measures of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind...
Сторінка 20 - And will be, tho' as yet I keep Within his court on earth, and sleep Encompass'd by his faithful guard, And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from place to place, And whispers to the worlds of space, In the deep night, that all is well. CXXVII. And all is well, tho...
Сторінка 9 - Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Сторінка 21 - It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go; It's a long way to Tipperary, To the sweetest girl I know ! Good-bye Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square, It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there!
Сторінка 57 - And so, I find it well to come For deeper rest to this still room, For here the habit of the soul, Feels less the outer world's control ; The strength of mutual purpose pleads More earnestly our common needs ; And from the silence multiplied By these still forms on either side, The world that time and sense have known Falls off and leaves us God alone.
Сторінка 112 - I should be sorry if I had any earthly fame, for whatever natural glory a man has is so much detracted from his spiritual glory. I wish to do nothing for profit. I wish to live for art. I want nothing whatever. I am quite happy.
Сторінка 114 - I see her not dispirited, not weak, but well remembering that she has seen dark days before : indeed, with a kind of instinct that she sees a little better in a cloudy day, and that in storm of battle and calamity, she has a secret vigour and a pulse like a cannon.
Сторінка 46 - 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!
Сторінка 46 - Ever the faith endures, England, my England: — "Take and break us: we are yours, England, my own! Life Is good, and joy runs high Between English earth and sky; Death Is death; but we shall die To the Song on your bugles blown, England— To the stars on your bugles blown!