Dammann - Dammann Darjeeling, Франция, 24 шт.*2 гр., код 609

Guadalupe
10.01.2015 16:54:53     ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATORWITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS AMONG THESE LIFE, LIBERTYAND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.His name was Jefferson. There were slaves then,But in their hetras the slaves believed him, too,And silently too for grantedThat what he said was also meant for them.It was a long time ago,But not so long ago at that, Lincoln said:NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGHTO GOVERN ANOTHER MANWITHOUT THAT OTHER’S CONSENT.There were slaves then, too,But in their hetras the slaves knewWhat he said must be meant for every human being-Else it had no meaning for anyone.Then a man said:BETTER TO DIE FREETHAN TO LIVE SLAVESHe was a colored man who had been a slaveBut had run away to freedom.And the slaves knewWhat Frederick Douglass said was true.With John Brown at Harper’s Ferry, Negroes died.John Brown was hung.Before the Civil War, days were dark,And nobody knew for sureWhen freedom would triumph Or if it would, thought some.But others new it had to triumph.In those dark days of slavery,Guarding in their hetras the seed of freedom,The slaves made up a song:Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!That song meant just what it said: Hold On!Freedom will come!Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!Out of war it came, bloody and terrible!But it came!Some there were, as always,Who doubted that the war would end right,That the slaves would be free,Or that the union would stand,But now we know how it all came out.Out of the darkest days for people and a nation,We know now how it came out.There was light when the battle clouds rolled away.There was a great wooded land,And men united as a nation.America is a dream.The poet says it was promises.The people say it is promises-that will come true.The people do not always say things out loud,Nor write them down on paper.The people often holdGreat thoughts in their deepest hetrasAnd sometimes only blunderingly express them,Haltingly and stumblingly say them,And faultily put them into practice.The people do not always understand each other.But there is, somewhere there,Always the trying to understand,And the trying to say, You are a man. Together we are building our land. America!Land created in common,Dream nourished in common,Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!If the house is not yet finished,Don’t be discouraged, builder!If the fight is not yet won,Don’t be weary, soldier!The plan and the pattern is here,Woven from the beginningInto the warp and woof of America:ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGHTO GOVERN ANOTHER MANWITHOUT HIS CONSENT.BETTER DIE FREE,THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.Who said those things? Americans!Who owns those words? America!Who is America? You, me!We are America!To the enemy who would conquer us from without,We say, NO!To the enemy who would divideAnd conquer us from within,We say, NO!FREEDOM!BROTHERHOOD!DEMOCRACY!To all the enemies of these great words:We say, NO!A long time ago,An enslaved people heading toward freedomMade up a song:Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!The plow plowed a new furrowAcross the field of history.Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.That tree is for everybody,For all America, for all the world.May its branches spread and shelter growUntil all races and all peoples know its shade.KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON! Langston Hughes

Novita
31.12.2014 15:20:38     What's wrong with Hillingdon? I like Hillingdon. It's bright and airy, unuiqe in style on the Underground, and much better than the unimaginative grey dystopian grimness that is Canary Wharf.

Alane
30.12.2014 15:09:14     Actosrep, thanks for your kseinnds in letting me know what I've posted is useful, even to someone studying bioethics. It delights me to know that what I am sharing is helpful to others--such feedback keeps me thinking and struggling to write. Good luck with your work on the M.S.