Letters & Journals of Samuel Gridley Howe During the Greek Revolution

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John Lane, 1907 - 409 sider
 

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Side vii - O that man once more were manly, Woman's pride, and not her scorn: That once more the pale young mother Dared to boast 'a man is born' ! "But, now life's slumberous current No sun-bowed cascade wakes; No tall, heroic manhood The level dulness breaks.
Side 39 - They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock...
Side x - As waves in stillest waters, As stars in noonday skies, All that wakes to noble action In his noon of calmness lies. " Wherever outraged Nature Asks word or action brave, Wherever struggles labor, Wherever groans a slave, — " Wherever rise the peoples, Wherever sinks a throne, The throbbing heart of Freedom finds An answer in his own. " Knight of a better era, Without reproach or fear ! Said I not well that Bayards And Sidneys still are here ?
Side 26 - I could carry my gun and heavy belt with yataghan and pistols all day long, clambering among the mountain passes, could eat sorrel and snails, or go without anything, and at night lie down on the ground with only my shaggy capote, and sleep like a log.
Side ix - True as the knights of story, Sir Lancelot and his peers, Brave in his calm endurance As they in tilt of spears.
Side ix - Wouldst know him now? Behold him, The Cadmus of the blind, Giving the dumb lip language, The idiot clay a mind.
Side viii - Paled and darkened one by one, — "Fell the Turk, a bolt of thunder, Cleaving all the quiet sky ; And against his sharp steel lightnings Stood the Suliote but to die. " Woe for the weak and halting ! The crescent blazed behind A curving line of sabres Like fire before the wind ! " Last to fly and first to rally, Rode he of whom I speak, When, groaning in his bridle-path, Sank down a wounded Greek, — " With the rich Albanian costume Wet with many a ghastly stain, Gazing on earth and sky as one...
Side 365 - Englishman, afterward MP and pamphleteer. I had to journey much to and from Corinth, Napoli, etc., always on horseback, or in boat, and often by night. It was a time and place where law was not; and sometimes we had to defend ourselves against armed and desperate stragglers from the bands of soldiers now breaking up. We had many 'scrimmages,' and I had several narrow escapes with life.
Side 26 - I joined one of the small guerilla bands that hung about the enemy, doing all the harm they could. I could be of little or no use as surgeon, and was expected to divide my attention between killing Turks, helping Greeks, and taking care of myself. " I was naturally very handy, active, and tough, and soon became equal to any of the mountain soldiery in capacity for endurance of fatigue, hunger, and watchfulness. I could carry my gun and heavy belt with...

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