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The shattered town, the walls thrown down, The waves a moment backward bent The hills that shake, although unrent, As if an earthquake passed The thousand shapeless things all driven In cloud and flame athwart the heaven, By that tremendous blast Proclaimed the desperate conflict o'er On that too long afflicted shore: Up to the sky like rockets go All that mingled there below: Many a tall and goodly man, Scorched and shrivelled to a span, When he fell to earth again Like a cinder strewed the plain: Down the ashes shower like rain; Some fell in the gulf, which received the sprinkles With a thousand circling wrinkles; Some fell on the shore, but, far away, Scattered o'er the isthmus lay.
Discipline and ever better discipline; enforcement of the rule in all points, improvement of the rule itself where possible, were the great Drill-sergeant's continual care. Daily had some loop fallen, which might have gone ravelling far enough; but daily was he there to pick it up again, and keep the web unrent and solidly progressive.
He said no more; the cutwater of the stranger touched their sides; one general cry was raised by the sailors of the Utrecht, they sprang to catch at the rigging of the other vessel's bowsprit, which was now pointed between their masts they caught at nothing nothing there was no shock no concussion of the two vessels the stranger appeared to cleave through them her hull passed along in silence no cracking of timbers no falling of masts the foreyard passed through their mainsail, yet the canvas was unrent the whole vessel appeared to cut through the Utrecht, yet left no trace of injury not fast, but slowly, as if she were really sawing through her by the heaving and tossing of the sea with her sharp prow.
And it was with eyes the more mournful therefore that he gazed in purity about him at the universal miracle of old life passing into new life, at the divinely appointed and divinely fulfilled succession of forms, at the unrent mantle of the generations being visibly woven around him under the golden goads of the sun.
"But we are sure of Odin's favor," returned Dankwart; and a wild light gleamed from his eyes, and he brandished his sword high over his head. "A place in Valhal is promised to us; for, him who bravely dies with his blood-stained sword beside him and his heart unrent with fears, the All-Father's victory-wafters will gently carry home.
One alone did not weep Hind, wife of Abu Sofian, went forth to meet her husband. "What doest thou with unrent garments? Knowest thou not the affliction that hath fallen on this thy city?" "I will not weep," replied Hind, "until this wrong has been avenged. When thou hast gone forth, hast conquered this accursed, then will I mourn for those who are slain this day.
As yet they had been shielded by the forest which lay over the land like an unrent mantle. All through the mountains, and far beyond, it stretched without a break; but towards the mouth of the Kentucky and Cumberland rivers the landscape became varied with open groves of woodland, with flower-strewn glades and great barrens or prairies of long grass.
Sometimes he bids men rend their hearts, not because they can, but to convince them rather, that though it must be so, they cannot do it; so he bids them make themselves a new heart, and a new spirit, for the same purpose also; for if God doth not rend it, it remains unrent; if God makes it not new, it abides an old one still.
He said no more; the cutwater of the stranger touched their sides; one general cry was raised by the sailors of the Utrecht, they sprang to catch at the rigging of the other vessel's bowsprit which was now pointed between their masts they caught at nothing nothing there was no shock no concussion of the two vessels the stranger appeared to cleave through them her hull passed along in silence no cracking of timbers no falling of masts the foreyard passed through their mainsail, yet the canvas was unrent the whole vessel appeared to cut through the Utrecht, yet left no trace of injury not fast, but slowly, as if she were really sawing through her by the heaving and tossing of the sea with her sharp prow.
All night long, golden and red and yellow streams of flame or the sudden jagged flash of an explosion lit up the black smoke of burning buildings and fields in the valley, or showed the white puff-like low clouds of the bursting shrapnel. Not for an instant did the roar diminish, not for a second was the kindly veil of night left unrent by a fissure of vengeful flame.
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