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publisher="The Century Co." | publisher="The Century Co." | ||
journal="Songs for the New | journal="Songs for the New Age" | ||
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<paragraph keywords="affect, car part, road, sound, metaphor"> | <paragraph keywords="affect, car part, road, sound, metaphor"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
Neither from the woe, | |||
Nor from the war, | Nor from the war, | ||
Think ye to escape... | Think ye to escape... | ||
It helps nothing that ye shut your eyes, oh, cloistered cowards and gilded idlers! | It helps nothing that ye shut your eyes, oh, cloistered | ||
For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp shock of life, | ::: cowards and gilded idlers! | ||
Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out the roar of the battling streets... | For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp | ||
Neither shall | ::: shock of life, | ||
Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out | |||
::: the roar of the battling streets . . . | |||
Neither shall wingéd wheels carry you away to the | |||
::: place of peace . . . | |||
How can ye go from yourselves, deluded ones? | How can ye go from yourselves, deluded ones? | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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The Aladdin of the soul builds in the heart | The Aladdin of the soul builds in the heart | ||
A world of unresting hell... | A world of unresting hell... | ||
And, oh ye shunners of war, ye are gruelled in a war of the spirit, | And, oh ye shunners of war, ye are gruelled in a war | ||
In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the | ::: of the spirit, | ||
In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the ghost- | |||
::: haunted brain, | |||
And the death of delight... | And the death of delight... | ||
Hence, whip ye to battle: | Hence, whip ye to battle: | ||
Live ye to the uttermost: | Live ye to the uttermost: | ||
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</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
</annotations> | </annotations> | ||
Latest revision as of 14:31, 16 July 2024
| Author | Oppenheim, James |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Songs for the New Age |
| Publisher | The Century Co. |
| Year of Publication | 1914 |
| Pages | 39-40 |
| Additional information | - |
Neither from the woe,
Nor from the war,
Think ye to escape...
It helps nothing that ye shut your eyes, oh, cloistered
cowards and gilded idlers!
For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp
shock of life,
Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out
the roar of the battling streets . . .
Neither shall wingéd wheels carry you away to the
place of peace . . .
How can ye go from yourselves, deluded ones?
Make but a world of rest:
Swifter than striking lightning
The Aladdin of the soul builds in the heart
A world of unresting hell...
And, oh ye shunners of war, ye are gruelled in a war
of the spirit,
In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the ghost-
haunted brain,
And the death of delight...
Hence, whip ye to battle:
Live ye to the uttermost:
Abide the adventure.
