The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1920 |
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Stran 22
... live where I like , and to practice my profession of let- ters as I will . As I am without near re- latives -- and had at that time passed into a sedate middle age - the freedom that is at once the curse of the artist- and his necessity ...
... live where I like , and to practice my profession of let- ters as I will . As I am without near re- latives -- and had at that time passed into a sedate middle age - the freedom that is at once the curse of the artist- and his necessity ...
Stran 35
... live , the entire community fol- lowed him with tears to his last resting place , mourning that they could do so little to show him honor . His frailties were forgotten , his virtues live on and will live while the memory of his neigh ...
... live , the entire community fol- lowed him with tears to his last resting place , mourning that they could do so little to show him honor . His frailties were forgotten , his virtues live on and will live while the memory of his neigh ...
Stran 38
... lives , those who have gone through days and nights of horror , or will it be a set- tlement of those who remained in the rear out of danger and who will have the power at any future time to again plunge the world into a misery of which ...
... lives , those who have gone through days and nights of horror , or will it be a set- tlement of those who remained in the rear out of danger and who will have the power at any future time to again plunge the world into a misery of which ...
Stran 39
... lives . B- and myself are in the dugout at M- waiting for a bombardment to let up . We are on our way to the com- munication trench of Hill- It is a lively section of the front and " Fritz " keeps us busy . The roads seem almost ...
... lives . B- and myself are in the dugout at M- waiting for a bombardment to let up . We are on our way to the com- munication trench of Hill- It is a lively section of the front and " Fritz " keeps us busy . The roads seem almost ...
Stran 40
... live the life of rats . In this dug- out is a table with a candle on it and three chairs . The men are sitting around the light eating mess . I don't think anyone is very hungry although they were all fussing at the cook for not having ...
... live the life of rats . In this dug- out is a table with a candle on it and three chairs . The men are sitting around the light eating mess . I don't think anyone is very hungry although they were all fussing at the cook for not having ...
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Stran 232 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say ?" "Why, say, 'Sail on ! sail on ! and on !'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak.
Stran 158 - Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he paced his deck, And peered through darkness.
Stran 158 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say, at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 133 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Stran 113 - The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when ? On the maps of the world you will find it not : 'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Stran 232 - BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?
Stran 113 - In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 158 - This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait. With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 87 - For ever and aye in dust at his side ? " Look at the roses saluting each other ; Look at the herds all at peace on the plain. Man, and man only, makes war on his brother ; And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain : Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. " Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust...
Stran 158 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light!