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Germany Germany is left Deutschland über Alles. That is all that is left. That is what we are fighting, that claim to predominancy of a civilization, a material one, a hard one, a civilization which if once it rules and sways the world, liberty goes, democracy vanishes, and unless Britain comes to the rescue, and her sons, it will be a dark day for humanity. We are not fighting the German people.
She would just be like Senator Reed of Missouri. Nothing could be less safe for America just now than to be like Senator Reed of Missouri. Senator Reed puts forward a patriotism which is sincere but reckless. In the Senate of fifty states, Reed says "I'm from Missouri." In the congress of nations, Reed says "America über Alles." "The world for America." "America for Missouri." "Missouri for Me!"
Their associations are pathetic when one remembers the tragic time at which they were composed; and, by a sort of prophetic instinct, they exhale heaviness of spirit and mournful pride. The second melody is perhaps more beautiful than anything else Wolf wrote; it is truly his death-song: Alles endet, was entstehet. Alles, alles rings vergehet.
A party of interned German officers in the Engadine were eagerly awaiting the news of the Allied reply to the German offer. When it arrived they could not conceal their amazement and chagrin; some of them even burst into tears, and one remarked jetzt ist alles verloren.
It was a long time afterwards when she glanced up again; she was trembling all over, and her face was white. "In Heaven's name, how can I have done it?" she whispered hoarsely, to herself. "How can I have done it? And what am I to do now?" Nur wer der Minne Macht ent-sagt, nur wer der Liebe Lust verjagt "Wie kommt's, dass du so traurig bist, Da alles froh erscheint?
Hal lowered his sword, and, stepping back a pace, called upon the enemy to surrender. "Never!" came the reply, followed by the German battle-cry: "Deutschland über alles!" A revolver bullet tore a ragged hole through Hal's cap, and a second one passed just under his left arm. But now the revolvers of the Germans were all empty, and the fighting continued with swords alone.
Harmony stood alone by the tree, violin poised, smiling at the applause. Her eyes, running along the dim amphitheater, sought Peter's, and finding them dwelt there a moment. Then she began to play softly and as softly the others sang. "Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht," they sang, with upturned eyes. "Alles schlaeft, einsam wacht..."
Eyes brightened as the throng kept step with the martial music. A roll of drum, a flare of brass, and the crowd, scattered voices at first, and then swelling in a grand crescendo, sang Deutschland uber Alles. To-morrow they would complain again of food shortage and sigh for peace, but tonight they would dream of victory.
Christophe brought to these thoughts a boyish and valiant ardor, and the heroic laughter in it showed forth in the last naive and confident verses: Bist du doch nicht Regente, Der alles fuehren, soll, Gott sitzt im Regimente, Und fuehret alles wohl. Not thou thyself art ruler Whom all things must obey, But God is Lord decreeing All follows in His way.
One wonders whether indeed there has ever been a respectable composer who has utilized ideas as platitudinous as the ones employed in the first movement of the First Symphony, or the brassy, pompous theme that opens the Eighth, or the tune to which in the latter work the mystic stanza beginning "Alles vergängliche Ist nur ein Gleichnisz" is intoned.
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