Contemporary War PoemsJohn Erskine American Association for International Conciliation, 1914 - 43 páginas |
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... deeds - nay , for shame's sake , spare your breath ! Pray , what have you done for your country ? that was shed In ... deed that shames fiends in hell : — Our boys were killed that some faction or scoundrel might win mad race For goals ...
... deeds - nay , for shame's sake , spare your breath ! Pray , what have you done for your country ? that was shed In ... deed that shames fiends in hell : — Our boys were killed that some faction or scoundrel might win mad race For goals ...
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... deed ; And that priests of the warring nations could pray to the selfsame God For His blessing on battle and murder and corpse - strewn , blood - soaked sod . Oh , fools ! if God were a woman , think you She would let kin slay For gold ...
... deed ; And that priests of the warring nations could pray to the selfsame God For His blessing on battle and murder and corpse - strewn , blood - soaked sod . Oh , fools ! if God were a woman , think you She would let kin slay For gold ...
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... deeds- The work of dauntless spirits lifted high From many a red field where the brave for country die ? " No ! We are not the celebrants of warlike deeds- We mourn for World - Peace slain , Hid in our hearts until she rise again ! We ...
... deeds- The work of dauntless spirits lifted high From many a red field where the brave for country die ? " No ! We are not the celebrants of warlike deeds- We mourn for World - Peace slain , Hid in our hearts until she rise again ! We ...
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... deeds Are born of dreaming . Europe acts to - day Epics that little children in their play Conjured , and statesmen murmured in their creeds ; In barrack , court and school were sown those seeds , Like Dragon's teeth , which ripen to ...
... deeds Are born of dreaming . Europe acts to - day Epics that little children in their play Conjured , and statesmen murmured in their creeds ; In barrack , court and school were sown those seeds , Like Dragon's teeth , which ripen to ...
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... deed- But , lying wounded , what one forgets You and your ribbons and d- -d epaulettes- Say , do you bleed ? This is your game : it was none of our choosing- We are the pawns with whom you have played . Yours is the winning and ours is ...
... deed- But , lying wounded , what one forgets You and your ribbons and d- -d epaulettes- Say , do you bleed ? This is your game : it was none of our choosing- We are the pawns with whom you have played . Yours is the winning and ours is ...
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Términos y frases comunes
atone attitudes awful price banners battle bitter bleeding Blessed blood blow Boston Evening Transcript brothers CLINTON SCOLLARD crimson curse dark dawn dead death deeds dream earth ENGLAND eyes face fate fight flesh and bone forego our hate French and Russian German Goth grim guns HAGUE hath hear heard heart human Ireland JOHN ERSKINE Judgment place kings lasting hate let us stand lips lust makers of flesh month has flown mothers murder nations Neath never forego night oath peasant PERCY MACKAYE Picardy poems pray prayer price to pay Prince of Peace Prussia RHEIMS ruined scarcely a month shalt not kill shot slay smile soldier songs soul stain strife sword Ten thousand Tommy Thee Thou shalt thousand Tommy Atkinses thunder to-day trumpet UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vengeance verse vulture weep word World-Peace slain wrong wrought York
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Página 7 - It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer...
Página 39 - You will we hate with a lasting hate, We will never forego our hate, Hate by water and hate by land, Hate of the head and hate of the hand, Hate of the hammer and hate of the crown, Hate of seventy millions, choking down. We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe, and one alone — ENGLAND!
Página 7 - He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us: -as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep ? Too many peasants fight, they know not why, Too many homesteads in black terror weep. The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness,...
Página 7 - The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness, the folly and the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth, Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea.
Página 7 - Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us: — as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long, Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings.
Página 38 - French and Russian, they matter not, A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot ; We love them not, we hate them not, We hold the Weichsel and Vosges gate.
Página 36 - For wings of terror to obscure Their beauty, and betray the night That keeps for man, above his wars, The tranquil vision of untroubled stars. Pass on, pass on, ye lords of fear! Your footsteps in the sea are red, And black on earth your paths appear With ruined homes and heaps of dead. Pass on, and end your transient reign, And leave the blue of heaven without a stain. The wrong ye wrought will fall to dust, The right ye shielded will abide; The world at last will learn to trust In law to guard,...
Página 38 - Take you the folk of the Earth in pay, With bars of gold your ramparts lay, Bedeck the ocean with bow on bow, Ye reckon well, but not well enough now. French and Russian they matter not, A blow for a blow, a shot for a shot, We fight the battle with bronze and steel, And the time that is coming Peace...
Página 38 - Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the Judgment place, An oath to swear to, face to face, An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take. Come, hear the word, repeat the word, Throughout the Fatherland make it heard. We will never forego our hate, We have all but a single hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone — ENGLAND! In the Captain's Mess, in the banquet hall,...
Página 19 - Teach us, so, no more to call Guidance supernatural To our help, but — heart and will — Know ourselves responsible For our world of wasted good And our blinded brotherhood. Lord, our God! to whom, from clay, Blood and mire, Thy peoples pray — Not from Thy cathedral's stair Thou hearest : — Thou criest through our prayer For our prayer is but the gate: We, who pray, ourselves are fate.