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(Created page with "<meta author="Oppenheim, James" year_of_publication="1914" genre="Poetry" publisher="New York: The Century Co." journal="Songs for the New Era" page_range="39-40" /> <annotations> == Abide the Adventure == <paragraph keywords="affect, car metaphor, personification, sound, traffic"> <poem> 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...") |
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<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 | It helps nothing that ye shut your eyes, oh, cloistered | ||
cowards and gilded idlers! | ::: cowards and gilded idlers! | ||
For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp | For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp | ||
shock of life, | ::: shock of life, | ||
Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out | Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out | ||
the roar of the battling streets... | ::: the roar of the battling streets . . . | ||
Neither shall wingéd wheels carry you away to the | Neither shall wingéd wheels carry you away to the | ||
place of peace... | ::: 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 | And, oh ye shunners of war, ye are gruelled in a war | ||
of the spirit, | ::: of the spirit, | ||
In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the | In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the ghost- | ||
brain, | ::: 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 |
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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.