Die shreckliche deutsche Sprache von Mark Twain

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The Futility of War poems.

The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tenyson.
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1.


Half a league, half a league,


Half a league onward,


All in the valley of Death


Rode the six hundred.


"Forward, the Light Brigade!


"Charge for the guns!" he said:


Into the valley of Death


Rode the six hundred.










2.


"Forward, the Light Brigade!"


Was there a man dismay'd?


Not tho' the soldier knew


Someone had blunder'd:


Theirs not to make reply,


Theirs not to reason why,


Theirs but to do and die:


Into the valley of Death


Rode the six hundred.










3.


Cannon to right of them,


Cannon to left of them,


Cannon in front of them


Volley'd and thunder'd;


Storm'd at with shot and shell,


Boldly they rode and well,


Into the jaws of Death,


Into the mouth of Hell


Rode the six hundred.










4.


Flash'd all their sabres bare,


Flash'd as they turn'd in air,


Sabring the gunners there,


Charging an army, while


All the world wonder'd:


Plunged in the battery-smoke


Right thro' the line they broke;


Cossack and Russian


Reel'd from the sabre stroke


Shatter'd and sunder'd.


Then they rode back, but not


Not the six hundred.










5.


Cannon to right of them,


Cannon to left of them,


Cannon behind them


Volley'd and thunder'd;


Storm'd at with shot and shell,


While horse and hero fell,


They that had fought so well


Came thro' the jaws of Death


Back from the mouth of Hell,


All that was left of them,


Left of six hundred.










6.


When can their glory fade?


O the wild charge they made!


All the world wondered.


Honor the charge they made,


Honor the Light Brigade,


Noble six hundred.














Copied from Poems of Alfred Tennyson,


J. E. Tilton and Company, Boston, 1870



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Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into good night.

Another modern classic Poem by the American Lawyer Max Ehrmann.

Desiderata Poem by American Lawyer Max Ehrmann

Dylan Thomas - Do not go gentle into that good night

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night by Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.



Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.





Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Leisure by WH Davies

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W. H. Davies


Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:



No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:



No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:



No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:



No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?



A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.