The Battle Line of Democracy: Prose and Poetry of the World WarU.S. Government Printing Office, 1917 - 133 страница |
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN America arms avenging sword unsheathe banner battle beat beautiful Belgium bless blood blow born brave bugles blown Captain citizens civilization CLINTON SCOLLARD dead death deeds Democracy dream drum duty earth England eyes faith fate field fight Flanders fields Follow the flag freedom glorious glory of ships hand hath hear heaven HENRY VAN DYKE heroes honor hope host human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Katherine Lee Bates kings KONSTANTIN BALMONT land LEE BATES liberty Lieutenant Miles light lives Lord Malines Manila Bay mankind March mind nation never noble o'er ourselves patriotism peace permission principles proud R. E. VERNÈDE race Russia sacrifice shore SIDNEY LOW sleep soldier song soul speak spirit stand stars strive strong submarines thee thine things Thou thought truth United VIVE LA FRANCE voice W. E. HENLEY WALT WHITMAN word
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Страница 22 - But the right is more precious than peace, and we shall fight for the things which we have always carried nearest our hearts — for democracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own governments...
Страница 21 - German peoples included: for the rights of nations great and small and the privilege of men everywhere to choose their way of life and of obedience. The world must be made safe for democracy. Its peace must be planted upon the tested foundations of political liberty.
Страница 42 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 94 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Страница 24 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on! I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on! I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel : " As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal...
Страница 17 - I advise that the Congress declare the recent course of the Imperial German Government to be in fact nothing less than war against the government and people of the United States; that it formally accept the status of belligerent which has thus been thrust upon it ; and that it take immediate steps not only to put the country in a more thorough state of defense but also to exert all its power and employ all its resources to bring the Government of the German Empire to terms and end the war.
Страница 20 - ... crowned the summit of her political structure, long as it had stood and terrible as was the reality of its power, was not in fact Russian in origin, character, or purpose ; and now it has been shaken off and the great, generous Russian people have been added, in all their naive majesty and might, to the forces that are fighting for freedom in the world, for justice, and for peace. Here is a fit partner for a League of Honor.
Страница 94 - Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Страница 114 - WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the Song on your bugles blown, England — Round the world on your bugles blown!
Страница 113 - OF old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro...