Still, I'm much happier here, really in it than I've been for an age. People don't hate much at the front; there's no one to hate,... except the poor devils across the way, whom they [the French soldiers] know to be as miserable as themselves. They don't talk hypocritical bosh about the beauty & manliness of war: they feel in their souls that if they weren't cowards they would have ended the thing long ago--by going home, where they want to be. And lastly and best, they don't jabber about atrocities--of course, everyone commits them--though about one story in a million that reaches our blessed Benighted States is true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes... Of burning cressets, and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
See what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,... An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On a flat road runs the well-trained runner, He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,... He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs, With lightly closed fists and arms partially raised.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good. They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the... prey.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The LORD went in front of them in a pillar of cloud by day, to lead them along the way, and in a pillar of fire by night, to give ...them light, so that they might travel by day and by night. Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »