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I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
“They were summoned from the hillside They were called in from the glen, And the country found them ready At the stirring call for men.” —Ivor Novello, “Keep the Home Fires Burning”
O war! thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly. He that is truly dedicate to war Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself, Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of valour.
Come, on wings of joy we’ll fly To where my bower hangs on high; Come, and make thy calm retreat Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.
Letters make one uncommonly honest, don’t you think? I’ve told you things in words that I would have been far too shy or distracted to tell you in person. I wonder if I will have anything to say to you at all when we see each other in the flesh again.
At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.
He’s charming without knowing it, intelligent without being boastful, and kind without expectation.
It is in the simplest things we find the greatest treasures sometimes, is it not.
One must always have adventure in life, or the promise of it, at least.
But I am here to save you—just as you have saved me.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.” —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
November 11, 1918 at 11:00 A.M. Armistice Day “At eleven o’clock this morning came to an end the cruellest and most terrible War that has ever scourged mankind. I hope we may say that thus, this fateful morning, came to an end all wars.” —Prime Minister David Lloyd George
