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Há 5 dias · Plunder of earth shall be all his own. Who travels the fastest and travels alone. Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made--. His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown--. He travels the fastest who travels alone! Rudyard Kipling.
Há 2 dias · The Sack Of The Gods. I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! He opens the eyes that are blind with hate, he joins the hands of foes. Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove. The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!
Há 5 dias · His mother died shortly after he was born from cholera and his father left the army and drank himself into an early grave, leaving the boy in the hands of a narcotics den mother. 7. While on the journey with the Lama, Kim comes to a village where he pretends he can see the future and 'foresees' a great war with eight thousand soldiers on the ...
Há 5 dias · Ye say the quest is vain. Ye have not seen my foe. Ye have not told his slain. Surely he fights again, again; But when ye prove his line, There shall come to your aid my broken blade. In the last, lost fight of mine! And here is my lance to mend (Haro!), And here is my horse to be shot!
Há 2 dias · Eddi preached them The World, Till the gale blew off on the marshes. And the windows showed the day, And the Ox and the Ass together. Wheeled and clattered away. And when the Saxons mocked him, Said Eddi of Manhood End, "I dare not shut His chapel. On such as care to attend."
Há 3 dias · Recessional. June 22, 1897. God of our fathers, known of old-. Lord of our far-flung battle -line-. Beneath whose awful Hand we hold. Dominion over palm and pine-. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies-.
Há 3 dias · Non Nobis Domine! Not unto us, O Lord! That Man has reached or wrought. That dross which men call Gold. Not unto us the Praise. Not unto us the Praise! Non nobis Domine!, Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge o.
