One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it o...nly a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She was watching, fearfully, the effect on herself of the poetry of suffering; the words "no man's land," "star shells," "Boche," ...touched off in her images like those of poetry; no man's land was the black and wasted desert between the living forces; star shells exploded in coloured lights, like fireworks, across her brain, drenched in reminiscence; Boche was fearful and gigantic, nothing human, a night figure; the tripping word "Gallipoli" was like a heroic dance. She was afraid because of the power of these words, which affected her so strongly, who had nothing to do with what they stood for.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The scene of suffering is a scene of joy when the suffering is past; and the silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter... than the presence of delight.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Separating ourselves from the crowd, we walked up a narrow street, thence ascended by some wooden steps, called the Break-neck Sta...irs, into another steep, narrow, and zigzag street, blasted through the rock, which last led through a low, massive stone portal, called Prescott Gate, the principal thoroughfare into the Upper Town. This passage was defended by cannon, with a guard-house over it, a sentinel at his post, and other soldiers at hand ready to relieve him. I rubbed my eyes to be sure that I was in the Nineteenth Century, and was not entering one of those portals which sometimes adorn the frontispieces of new editions of old black-letter volumes. I thought it would be a good place to read Froissart's Chronicles. It was such a reminiscence of the Middle Ages as Scott's novels. Men apparently dwelt there for security! Peace be unto them! As if the inhabitants of New York were to go over to Castle William to live! What a place it must be to bring up children!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Visit the Navy-Yard, and behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its bla...ck arts,--a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man, yet by these tears a little boy again, Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,... I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter, Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them, A reminiscence sing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »