Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep.War is kind.Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little sou...
But I like it
The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.
The lieutenant, returning from a tour after a bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind new and portentous oaths suited to the emergency. Strings of expletives he swung lashlike over the...
Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.
But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon the roofs to witness the collision.
But he instantly saw that it would be impossible for him to escape from the regiment. It inclosed him. And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four sides. He was in a moving box
Nothing is so much to be regretted as the universe.
You get so frightfully hungry as soon as you learn that there are no more meals coming.
XXVIIITruth, said a traveller,Is a rock, a mighty fortress;Often have I been to it,Even to its highest tower,From whence the world looks black.Truth, said a traveller,Is a breath, a wind,A shadow, a p...
When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important,and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him,he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hat...
This tower was a giant, standing with its back to the plight of the ants. It represented in a degree, to the correspondent, the serenity of nature amid the struggles of the individual--nature in the w...
This landscape gave him assurance. A fair field holding life. It was the religion of peace. It would die if its timid eyes were compelled to see blood. He conceived Nature to be a woman with a deep av...
They were going to look at war, the redanimal--war, the blood-swollen god.
There were many who went in huddled procession,They knew not wither,But, at any rate, success or calamityWould attend all in equality.There was one who sought a new road,He went into direful thickets,...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden, of course.
XXVIThere was set before me a mighty hill,And long days I climbedThrough regions of snow.When I had before me the summit-view,It seemed my labor
XXIVI saw a man pursuing the horizon;Round and round they sped.I was disturbed at this;I accosted the man.It is futile, I said,You can never