There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on the plot of ground which is given him to till.
There is some truth in that, but it misses what is wonderful or wondrous about wonder.
The imagination of evil then becomes the measure of good, or at least of the restoration of order. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun-flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
Never tell me, by the way, that the dead look peaceful. One prisoner had been brought out of his cell. In mines where the 'travelling' is very bad all the miners carry sticks about two and a half feet long, hollowed out below the handle.
Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.
That suggests that the theater is just an arena for the manipulation of passions in ways that are pleasant in the short run and at least reckless to pursue repeatedly. It is a disease. In the old days the miners used to cut straight into the coal with pick and crowbar—a very slow job because coal, when lying in its virgin state, is almost as hard as rock.
In reference to Glory what stands out to me is the emphasis on a progressive story where the individual characters as well as the unit itself becomes more closely connected or identified with the national goal of emancipation and nationalism. Aristotle, Poetics, Joe Sachs trans.
Many of the people in Sheffield or Manchester, if they smelled the air along the Cornish cliffs, would probably declare that it had no taste in it. It is part of their work and they are equal to it, but certainly it is an effort.
Normally each o man has to clear a space four or five yards wide. Character teaches above our wills.
Owen describes the vindictive truths of war in a graphical manner to emphasise the grisly horror the soldiers are encountering. Traveling is a fool's paradise. The original ancestor of the company was a small piano factory founded by Alsatian immigrant George M.
But the meal was a dismal disappointment. What chiefly surprised me was that he never read the same book twice. Ask nothing of men, and, in the endless mutation, thou only firm column must presently appear the upholder of all that surrounds thee.
Bid them take the shoes from off their feet, for God is here within. Ennui clogged our souls like cold mutton fat. Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening.
Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields Else if you would be a man speak what you think today in words as hard as cannon balls, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today.
If anybody will tell me whom the great man imitates in the original crisis when he performs a great act, I will tell him who else than himself can teach him.
Shakespeare is in control here, and the feeling he produces does not give way in embarrassment to moral judgment, nor does it make us wallow mindlessly in pity because it feels so good; the pity he arouses in us shows us what is precious in us, in the act of its being violated in another.
From the beginning of Book XVIII 23, 27, 33Achilles' hands are referred to over and over and over, as he uses them to pour dirt on his head, to tear his hair, and to kill every Trojan he can get his hands on. Six tall Indian warders were guarding him and getting him ready for the gallows.
These common sensibles can be mimicked in various ways, as when I draw a messy, meandering ridge of chalk on a blackboard, and your imagination grasps a circle.
But the beauty or ugliness of industrialism hardly matters.Give me the money that has been spent in war and I will clothe every man, woman, and child in an attire of which kings and queens will be proud.
I will build a schoolhouse in every valley over the whole earth.
I will crown every hillside with a place of worship consecrated to peace. ~Charles Sumner. Instead, in need, it is the Reserve, the National Guard, and the Militia units that are called up, in turn, as the gravity of a situation increases .This gives us a system of checks and balances, by which here, as elsewhere, alone there is a hope of restraining the power of government in any form.
Owen’s use of the word ‘pity’ in this quotation immediately reveals his opinion of war. In the dictionary pity is defined as ‘sorrow and compassion aroused by another’s condition’ or ‘something to be regretted’.
Owen incorporates both of these definitions into his poetry when describing war. Buying and Selling Slaves. Before the Civil War, nearly 4 million black slaves toiled in the American South.
Modem scholars have assembled a great deal of evidence showing that few slaves accepted their lack of freedom or enjoyed life on the plantation.
In ‘Dulce et Decorum Est’, ‘Disabled’ and many other poems he uses a range of poetic techniques to express the pity of war and evoke a wide range of emotions in the reader.
This essay consists of a summary and a critique of the first six chapters of Niall Ferguson's "The Pity of War: Origins of World War I".Download