He recognized her despite

He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to … Read more

Heroism is no extempore

Heroism is no extempore work of transient impulse–a rocket rushing fretfully up to disturb the darkness by which, after a moment’s insulting radiance, it is ruthlessly swallowed up,–but a steady fire, which darts forth tongues of flame. It is no sparkling epigram of action, but a luminous epic of character. Edwin Percy Whipple