by Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily
Editor’s note: The following is extracted from History, by Bernadotte Perrin (published 1912). (Go back to previous chapter) But the Ancient History of the Greeks never emancipated itself wholly from the influence of the epic poems. The revolt against it
Editor’s Note: For the next three Saturdays, through Christmas Eve, we will be presenting the classic story, Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. It’s a story most are familiar with, but few have
Rafael Sabatini was Italian/English writer that penned some of the best adventure novels of the late 19th century. As a son of two opera singers turned teachers, he was exposed to the
Isaiah 11:1-10 The Righteous Reign of the Branch There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch from his roots shall bear fruit. And the Spirit of
Editor’s Note: For the next four Saturdays, through Christmas Eve, we will be presenting the classic story, Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. It’s a story most are familiar with, but few have
“When captains courageous, whom death could not daunt” Since this was mentioned under my previous post on Two Years Before The Mast I thought I’d quick one on it. Kipling knows how
by Ian McLeod Nothing says “I love you” like FRONT TOWARD ENEMY on a directional fragmentation antipersonnel mine. Editor’s Note: Occasionally, we will post poetry or
Isaiah 2:1-5 The Mountain of the Lord The word that Isaiah the son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem. It shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain
Editor’s Note: For the next five Saturdays, through Christmas Eve, we will be presenting the classic story, Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. It’s a story most are familiar with, but few have
Or, How to Succeed When Everything Goes Horribly, Horribly Wrong In Every Way Possible. Xenophon may have embellished a bit to cast himself in a better light and the situations direr, but
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the
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