He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
They would jeer him, and, if practicable, pelt him with missiles.
A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.
The sea bids you teach, O Pines.
He wishes that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
Have you ever made a just man?
At times he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious way. He conceived persons with torn bodies to be peculiarly happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
There was crimson clash of war.
They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
A man said to the universe Sir, I exist However, replied the universe, That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.
Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant, that bended its form with an imperious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
A man feared that he might find an assassin Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.
Once there was a man --
Oh, so wise!
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there; But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant--What then.
There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.
I cried, Come back, little thoughts!
They threw back their heads to laugh.
As he gazed around him the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
Do not deride me, fool!
See this unjust thing in your garden!
Every sin is the result of collaboration.
Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Ah, what a redoubtable god!
There was a man who lived a life of fire.
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