Satan, the Waster: A Philosophic War Trilogy with Notes & Introduction

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John Lane, 1920 - World War, 1914-1918 - 298 pages

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Page 276 - For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known thy truth.
Page xx - Therefore the princes said unto the king, We beseech thee, let this man be put to death: For thus he weakeneth the hands of the men of war that remain in this city, and the hands of all the people, in speaking such words unto them: for this man seeketh not the welfare of this people, but the hurt.
Page 53 - Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
Page 163 - The process of making winds and rivers into anthropomorphic gods is, for the most part, not the result of using the imagination with special vigour. It is the result of not doing so. The wind is obviously alive ; any fool can see that. Being alive, it blows ; how ? why, naturally ; just as you and I blow. It knocks things down, it shouts and dances, it whispers and talks.
Page 131 - And I, what I seem to my friend, you see: What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess: What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? No hero, I confess. XII. Tis an awkward thing to play with souls, And matter enough to save one's own: Yet think of my friend, and the burning coals He played with for bits of stone!
Page 237 - Tutto, signor ; le ceneri degli avi , Le sacre leggi , i tutelari Numi , La favella, i costumi , Il sudor che mi costa , Lo splendor che ne trassi , L'aria, i tronchi , il terren, le mura, i, sassi.
Page 209 - Vieux soldats de plomb que nous sommes, Au cordeau nous alignant tous , Si des rangs sortent quelques hommes , • Tous nous crions : A bas les fous ! On les persécute, on les tue ; Sauf, après un lent examen , A leur dresser une statue , Pour la gloire du genre humain.
Page xx - And when he was in the gate of Benjamin, a captain of the ward was there, whose name was Irijah, the son of Shelemiah, the son of Hananiah; and he took Jeremiah the prophet, saying, "Thou fallest away to the Chaldeans.
Page xx - Then Zedekiah the king said, Behold, he is in your hand : for the king is not he that can do any thing against you.
Page 57 - Do you see the Labour Leader? The other papers all refused to take Vernon Lee's and Bertrand Russell's articles.' ' SATAN (bows benignly towards DEATH). You might have trusted Satan, dear Ballet Master Death! Pity and Indignation can renew Death's Dance when all Nations have danced themselves to stumps, and the ordinary band, save perhaps Widow Fear and her children, can fiddle and blow no longer.

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