"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
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War is the unfolding of miscalculations.
War is the unfolding of miscalculations.
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realized, I would read more
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realized, I would still say "no" to war. For one does not create a human society on mounds of corpses.
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out read more
War is not merely a political act but a real political instrument, a continuation of political intercourse, a carrying out of the same by other means.
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high read more
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high our honour in your wounded hands,
Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet--
We have no glory great enough for you,
The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain,
But who can get another life again?
War paralyzes your courage and deadens the spirit of true manhood.
War paralyzes your courage and deadens the spirit of true manhood.
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.
Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.
