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MessagePosté le: Ven 14 Oct - 05:11 (2011)    Sujet du message: I strove till it was vain to strive Répondre en citant

 
The honourable Alexander H. Stephens, Vice-President of the Confederate States, says of General Lee:




"What I had seen General lee to be at first--child-like in simplicity and unselfish in his character--he remained, unspoiled by praise and by success."




I knew you in your splendid morn, Oh, how imperiously sweet! I bowed and worshipped at your feet <em><font size="4"><strong>oakley dangerous sunglasses</strong></font></em>, And you received my love with scorn. Now I scorn you.  It is a change, When I consider it, how strange That you, not I, should be forlorn.




Do you suppose I have no pain To see you play this sorry part, With faded face and broken heart, And life lived utterly in vain? Oh would to God that you once more Might scorn me as you did of yore, And I might worship you again!




POETS




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Yet not alone from earth Do we derive our birth. What were our singing worth Were this the whole? Somewhere from heaven afar Hath dropped a fiery star, Which makes us what we are, Which is our soul.




A PRESENTIMENT




FOOTSTEPS IN THE STREET




Oh, will the footsteps never be done? The insolent feet Thronging the street <font size="4"><em><strong>cheap oakleys antix sunglasses</strong></em></font>, Forsaken now of the only one.




The only one out of all the throng, Whose footfall I knew, And could tell it so true, That I leapt to see as she passed along,




As she passed along with her beautiful face, Which knew full well Though it did not tell, That I was there in the window-space.




Now my sense is never so clear. It cheats my heart, Making me start A thousand times, when she is not near.




When she is not near, but so far away, I could not come To the place of her home, Though I travelled and sought for a month and a day.




Do you wonder then if I wish the street Were grown with grass, And no foot might pass Till she treads it again with her sacred feet?




Dan lee, late of the Confederate States Navy, my first cousin, and myself, one day had charge of the front door, when at it appeared a Federal soldier, accompanied by a darkey carrying a large willow basket filled to the brim with provisions of every kind.  The man was Irish all over, and showed by his uniform and carriage that he was a &quot;regular,&quot; and not a volunteer.  On our asking him what he wanted <strong><em><font size="4">replica oakley sunglasses</font></em></strong>, he replied that he wanted to see General Lee, that he had heard down the street the General and his family were suffering for lack of something to eat, that he had been with &quot;the Colonel&quot; when he commanded the Second Cavalry, and, as long as he had a cent, his old colonel should not suffer.  My father, who had stepped into another room as he heard the bell ring, hearing something of the conversation, came out into the hall.  The old Irishman, as soon as he saw him, drew himself up and saluted, and repeated to the General, with tears streaming down his cheeks, what he had just said to us.  My father was very much touched, thanked him heartily for his kindness and generosity, but told him that he did not need the things he had brought and could not take them.  This seemed to disappoint the old soldier greatly, and he pleaded so hard to be allowed to present the supplies to his old colonel, whom he believed to be in want of them, that at last my father said that he would accept the basket and sent it to the hospital, for the sick and wounded, who were really in great need.  Though he was not satisfied, he submitted to this compromise, and then to our surprise and dismay, in bidding the General good-bye, threw his arms around him and was attempting to kiss him, when &quot;Dan&quot; and I interfered.  As he was leaving, he said:




&quot;Good-bye, Colonel!  God bless ye!  If I could have got over in time I would have been with ye!&quot;


I had a plant which would not thrive, Although I watered it with care, I could not save the blossoms fair, Nor even keep the leaves alive.




I strove till it was vain to strive. I gave it light, I gave it air, I sought from skill and counsel rare The means to make it yet survive.




A lady sent it me, to prove She held my friendship in esteem; I would not have it as she said, I wanted it to be for love; And now not even friends we seem, And now the cyclamen is dead.




LOVE RECALLED IN SLEEP




There was a time when in your face There dwelt such power, and in your smile I know not what of magic grace; They held me captive for a while.




Ah, then I listened for your voice! Like music every word did fall, Making the hearts of men rejoice, And mine rejoiced the most of all.




At sight of you, my soul took flame. But now, alas! the spell is fled. Is it that you are not the same, Or only that my love is dead?




I know not--but last night I dreamed That you were walking by my side, And sweet, as once you were, you seemed, And all my heart was glorified.




Your head against my shoulder lay, And round your waist my arm was pressed, And as we walked a well-known way, Love was between us both confessed.




But when with dawn I woke from sleep, And slow came back the unlovely truth <em>oakley half wire 2.0 sunglasses gray</em>, I wept, as an old man might weep For the lost paradise of youth.




I told him I thought he had better go, and opened the door for him.  Then I bolted it again, and turned to Mr Japp.




'So that's your game,' I said.  'I thought there was something funny about you, but I didn't know it was I.D.B. you were up to.'


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