Bulletin

Cover
U.S. Government Printing Office, 1912
 

Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben

Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.

Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen

Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen

Beliebte Passagen

Seite 40 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Seite 42 - Rod of our fathers, known of old — Lord of our far-flung battle line — Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet Lest we forget — lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies — The Captains and the Kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Seite 45 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; Lo! before us gleam her camp-fires, we ourselves must Pilgrims be. Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's bloodrusted key.
Seite 40 - Where'er a single slave doth pine, Where'er one man may help another, — Thank God for such a birthright, brother, That spot of earth is thine and mine ! There is the true man's birthplace grand, His is a world-wide fatherland...
Seite 46 - Let the soldier be abroad if he will ; he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage abroad — a personage less imposing — in the eyes of some, perhaps, insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad ; and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array.
Seite 42 - Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget— lest we forget!
Seite 36 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan...
Seite 37 - Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own.
Seite 40 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 40 - WHERE is the true man's fatherland ? Is it where he by chance is born ? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned ? O, yes ' his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free...

Bibliografische Informationen