[356] All people on board!
Das ist nämlich so in Berlin:
Einer ist plötzlich für Biographien.
Und aus einem Grunde, grad oder krumm,
gefällt diese Sache dem Publikum.
5 Das Publikum mag das Neue...
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This the true sign of ruin to a race—
It undertakes no march, and day by day
Drowses in camp, or, with the laggard’s pace,
Walks sentry o’er possessions that decay;
Destined, with sensible waste, to fleet away;—
For the first secret of continued power
Is the continued conquest;—all our sway
Hath surety in the uses of the hour;... -
We are the Ancient People;
Our father is the Sun;
Our mother, the Earth, where the mountains tower
And the rivers seaward run;
The stars are the children of the sky,
The red men of the plain;
And ages over us both had rolled
Before you crossed the main;—
For we are the Ancient People,
Born with the wind and rain... -
"Let there be light."
Light to the darkened mind
Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,
Bright messengers that speak without a sound!
Sight on the spirit blind
Shall fall whene'er ye pass; your living ray
...Do People moulder equally,
They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live
As I, who testify it
Deny that I — am dead —
And fill my Lungs, for Witness —
From Tanks — above my Head —
I say to you, said Jesus —
That there be standing here...Her sovereign People
Nature knows as well
And is as fond of signifying
As if fallible —I know of people in the Grave
Who would be very glad
To know the news I know tonight
If they the chance had had.
'Tis this expands the least event
And swells the scantest deed —
My right to walk upon the Earth
If they this moment had.I noticed People disappeared
When but a little child —
Supposed they visited remote
Or settled Regions wild —
But did because they died
A Fact withheld the little child —*
Some people admire the work of a Fool
For its sure to keep your judgment cool
It does not reproach you with want of wit
It is not like a lawyer serving a writThe feet of people walking home -
With gayer sandals go -
The Crocus, till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore -
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing, on the shore.
Pearls are the Diver's farthings -
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