An American PoiluLittle, Brown, 1919 - Всего страниц: 244 |
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... feet ) and my uniform . The strangeness of it all charms and slightly terrifies me . I cannot tell you how romantic , even thrilling , it is to so suddenly find myself a soldier in this old , gray - walled city . Surely it is the great ...
... feet ) and my uniform . The strangeness of it all charms and slightly terrifies me . I cannot tell you how romantic , even thrilling , it is to so suddenly find myself a soldier in this old , gray - walled city . Surely it is the great ...
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... feet follow well . It is an old song eighteenth century and is still the favorite of the heirs of the soldiers who fought for the kings . I am the victim of aches , fatigue , but proud as a veteran as I pass the poor fellows left ...
... feet follow well . It is an old song eighteenth century and is still the favorite of the heirs of the soldiers who fought for the kings . I am the victim of aches , fatigue , but proud as a veteran as I pass the poor fellows left ...
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... feet march by themselves . We have another bridge plank without cord — awful but I get by , along with my nine hundred and ninety - nine comrades . I remember we went through a street of lovely lighted windows . I remember the look of ...
... feet march by themselves . We have another bridge plank without cord — awful but I get by , along with my nine hundred and ninety - nine comrades . I remember we went through a street of lovely lighted windows . I remember the look of ...
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... feet huge with yellowish mud , my hands superbly dirty but I was solid and happy . The little poilu by my side was exhausted , but I kept him going by giving him a cigarette from time to ― - and the dream how can I tell ― time . 28 AN ...
... feet huge with yellowish mud , my hands superbly dirty but I was solid and happy . The little poilu by my side was exhausted , but I kept him going by giving him a cigarette from time to ― - and the dream how can I tell ― time . 28 AN ...
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... feet . The cottages , the trees along the way , are old hags , the very air seems frail - weakened by the constant shock from the cannon . By the meager little river has been built a series of long huts for the wounded - brought daily ...
... feet . The cottages , the trees along the way , are old hags , the very air seems frail - weakened by the constant shock from the cannon . By the meager little river has been built a series of long huts for the wounded - brought daily ...
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Стр. 243 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin— I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Стр. 55 - I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend, whoever you are,) How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks, and to you, I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul, O the bullet could never kill what you really are...
Стр. 217 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been ? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there ? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Стр. 243 - Defeat is easier; one puts on black and goes softly and is more or less dignified. Victorious—one is tempted to get drunk, to be vulgar and cruel.