An American PoiluLittle, Brown, 1919 - Всего страниц: 244 |
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... thought he might receive an order to go at once to the front ( after the news of the attack - several offi- cers were killed ) and we decided I should go with him , training or no training . Strange , but I've a mad curiosity to know ...
... thought he might receive an order to go at once to the front ( after the news of the attack - several offi- cers were killed ) and we decided I should go with him , training or no training . Strange , but I've a mad curiosity to know ...
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... the ground it sends out a splendid thunder and a gorgeous rain of blue fire that burns instantly to the bone . As I watched the thing in action I hadn't a thought of the horror of being killed by it , 19 AN AMERICAN POILU.
... the ground it sends out a splendid thunder and a gorgeous rain of blue fire that burns instantly to the bone . As I watched the thing in action I hadn't a thought of the horror of being killed by it , 19 AN AMERICAN POILU.
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Elmer Stetson Harden. thought of the horror of being killed by it , but , I thought , would it be possible to launch it even at a Boche ? Surely one must feel the vastness of " the Cause " to be equal to the act . This afternoon I fired ...
Elmer Stetson Harden. thought of the horror of being killed by it , but , I thought , would it be possible to launch it even at a Boche ? Surely one must feel the vastness of " the Cause " to be equal to the act . This afternoon I fired ...
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... thought . The train was late ; at midnight we were " there . " A charming Commander to whom I was presented — he spoke Eng- lish - entered the coach and told the Captain we were to sleep in the train ; good news everybody content . I ...
... thought . The train was late ; at midnight we were " there . " A charming Commander to whom I was presented — he spoke Eng- lish - entered the coach and told the Captain we were to sleep in the train ; good news everybody content . I ...
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... thought of Gretchen in Bingen on the Rhine - but I confess to feeling a qualm while sticking the pin into the butterfly . It was so pretty of him to select your open letter for his resting place . Chérie , we are all savages , or else ...
... thought of Gretchen in Bingen on the Rhine - but I confess to feeling a qualm while sticking the pin into the butterfly . It was so pretty of him to select your open letter for his resting place . Chérie , we are all savages , or else ...
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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.