On the Great Highway: The Wanderings and Adventures of a Special CorrespondentLothrop, 1901 - 418 sidor |
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On the Great Highway: The Wanderings and Adventures of a Special Correspondent James Creelman Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1901 |
On the Great Highway: The Wanderings and Adventures of a Special Correspondent James Creelman Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1901 |
On the Great Highway: The Wanderings and Adventures of a Special Correspondent James Creelman Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1901 |
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Sida 134 - All that not harms distinctive womanhood. For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this Not like to like, but like in difference : Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care : More as the double-natured Poet each : Till at the last she set...
Sida 266 - I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Sida 360 - I would call him Cromwell, but Cromwell was only a soldier, and the state he founded went down with him into his grave. I would call him Washington, but the great Virginian held slaves. This man risked his empire rather than permit the slave-trade in the humblest village of his dominions. / You think me a fanatic to-night, for you read history, not with your eyes, but with your prejudices.
Sida 134 - Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words ; And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest,...
Sida 417 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.
Sida 212 - The man who provoked the war had come to see the result with his own eyes and, finding one of his correspondents prostrate, was doing the work himself. "Slowly he took down my story of the fight. Again and again the tinging of Mauser bullets interrupted. But he seemed unmoved. That battle had to be reported somehow. " 'I'm sorry you're hurt, but' — and his face was radiant with enthusiasm — 'wasn't it a splendid fight? We must beat every paper in the world.
Sida 361 - You think me a fanatic tonight, for you read history, not with your eyes, but with your prejudices. But fifty years hence, when Truth gets a hearing, the Muse of History will put Phocion for the Greek...
Sida 211 - Some one knelt in the grass beside me and put his hand on my fevered head. Opening my eyes, I saw Mr. Hearst, the proprietor of the New York Journal, a straw hat with a bright ribbon on his head, a revolver at his belt, and a pencil and note-book in his hand.
Sida 411 - The dying man crossed his hands on his breast and halfclosed his eyes. There was a beautiful smile on his countenance. The surgeons bowed their heads. Tears streamed from the eyes of the white-clad nurses on either side of the bed. The yellow radiance of the sun shone softly in the room. "Our Father, which art in Heaven," said the President, in a clear, steady voice. The lips of the surgeons moved. "Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done — " The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the...
Sida 317 - Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross ; Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss : From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey ; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day : "Ye that are men, now serve him...