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Ernest Hemingway

Captives

Some came in chains
Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy.

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Altre opere di Ernest Hemingway...
The Soul of Spain

In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
Shock Troops

Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
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Champs D’Honneur

Soldiers never do die well; Crosses mark the places— Wooden crosses where they fell, Stuck above their faces. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitc…
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Montparnasse

There are never any suicides in th… No successful suicides. A Chinese boy kills himself and i… (they continue to place his mail i… A Norwegian boy kills himself and…
To Crazy Christian

There was a cat named Crazy Chris… Who never lived long enough to scr… He was gay hearted, young and hand… And all the secrets of life he kne… He would always arrive on time for…
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Along with Youth

A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
I Like Canadians

I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
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Advice to a Son

Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies;
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Chapter Heading

For we have thought the longer tho… And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tune… Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night,
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Neo-Thomist Poem

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
Poem

The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
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Poetry

So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
Ultimately

He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers

In the rain in the rain in the rai… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and… The dancers dance in long white pa… It isn’t right to yence your aunts
Roosevelt

Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.



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