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The Maid-At-Arms: Paperback: Forgotten Books: 9781451018288: 14 Jun 2016: Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A Novel After a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nat… mais…

The Maid-At-Arms: Paperback: Forgotten Books: 9781451018288: 14 Jun 2016: Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A Novel After a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retrospective complacency. Distance dims the panorama; haze obscures the ragged gaps in the pageant until the long lines of victorious armies move smoothly across the horizon, with never an abyss to check their triumph. Yet there is one people who ca. Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A Novel After a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retrospective complacency. Distance dims the panorama; haze obscures the ragged gaps in the pageant until the long lines of victorious armies move smoothly across the horizon, with never an abyss to check their triumph. Yet there is one people who cannot view the past through a mirage. The marks of the birth-pangs remain on the land; its struggle for breath was too terrible, its scars too deep to hide or cover. For us, the pages of the past turn all undimmed; battles, brutally etched, stand clear as our own hills against the sky - for in this land we have no haze to soften truth. Treading the austere corridor of our Pantheon, we, too, come at last to victory - but what a victory! Not the familiar, gracious goddess, wide-winged, crowned, bearing wreaths, but a naked, desperate creature, gaunt, dauntless, turning her iron face to the west. The trampling centuries can raise for us no golden dust to cloak the flanks of the starved ranks that press across our horizon. Out ragged armies muster in a pitiless glare of light, every man distinct, every battle in detail. Pangs that they suffered we suffer. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www. forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Children's / Teenage Fiction & True Stories, , , , The Maid-At-Arms, Robert W Chambers, 9781451018288, Forgotten Books, , , , ,<

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A Novel (Classic Reprint) Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A NovelAfter a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retr… mais…

A Novel (Classic Reprint) Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A NovelAfter a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retrospective complacency.Distance dims the panorama; haze obscures the ragged gaps in the pageant until the long lines of victorious armies move smoothly across the horizon, with never an abyss to check their triumph.Yet there is one people who cannot view the past through a mirage. The marks of the birth-pangs remain on the land; its struggle for breath was too terrible, its scars too deep to hide or cover.For us, the pages of the past turn all undimmed; battles, brutally etched, stand clear as our own hills against the sky - for in this land we have no haze to soften truth.Treading the austere corridor of our Pantheon, we, too, come at last to victory - but what a victory! Not the familiar, gracious goddess, wide-winged, crowned, bearing wreaths, but a naked, desperate creature, gaunt, dauntless, turning her iron face to the west.The trampling centuries can raise for us no golden dust to cloak the flanks of the starved ranks that press across our horizon.Out ragged armies muster in a pitiless glare of light, every man distinct, every battle in detail.Pangs that they suffered we suffer.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Bücher / Fremdsprachige Bücher / Englische Bücher / Kinder- & Jugendbücher 978-1-4510-1828-8, Forgotten Books<

ISBN: 9781451018288

Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A NovelAfter a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retrospective complacency.Dist… mais…

Excerpt from The Maid-at-Arms: A NovelAfter a hundred years the history of a great war waged by a successful nation is commonly reviewed by that nation with retrospective complacency.Distance dims the panorama; haze obscures the ragged gaps in the pageant until the long lines of victorious armies move smoothly across the horizon, with never an abyss to check their triumph.Yet there is one people who cannot view the past through a mirage. The marks of the birth-pangs remain on the land; its struggle for breath was too terrible, its scars too deep to hide or cover.For us, the pages of the past turn all undimmed; battles, brutally etched, stand clear as our own hills against the sky - for in this land we have no haze to soften truth.Treading the austere corridor of our Pantheon, we, too, come at last to victory - but what a victory! Not the familiar, gracious goddess, wide-winged, crowned, bearing wreaths, but a naked, desperate creature, gaunt, dauntless, turning her iron face to the west.The trampling centuries can raise for us no golden dust to cloak the flanks of the starved ranks that press across our horizon.Out ragged armies muster in a pitiless glare of light, every man distinct, every battle in detail.Pangs that they suffered we suffer.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. A Novel (Classic Reprint) Buch (fremdspr.) Bücher>Fremdsprachige Bücher>Englische Bücher>Kinder- & Jugendbücher, Forgotten Books<