Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When its so lucrative to cheat |
Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, - / Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition? |
What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? 'Tis better to have fought and lost Than never to have fought at all |
Where lies the land, to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, far far behind, is all that they can say. |
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, / Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them? |
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, / Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them? |