<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The College Colonel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rides at their head;<br>A crutch by his saddle just slants in view,<br>One slung arm in splints, you see,<br>Yet he guides his strong steed - how coldly too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He brings his regiment home -<br>Not as they filed two years before,<br>But a remnant half-tattered, and battered, and worn,<br>Like castaway sailors, who - stunned<br>By the surf's loud roar,<br>Their mates dragged back and seen no more -<br>Again and again breast the surge,<br>And at last crawl, spent, to shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A still rigidity and pale -<br>An Indian aloofness lines his brow;<br>He has lived a thousand years<br>Compressed in battle's pains and prayers,<br>Marches and watches slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are welcoming shots, and flags;<br>Old men off hat to the Boy,<br>Wreaths from gay balconies fall at his feet,<br>But to him - there comes alloy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not that a leg is lost,<br>It is not that an arm is maimed,<br>It is not that the fever has racked -<br>Self he has long since disclaimed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all through the Seven Days' Fight,<br>And deep in the Wilderness grim,<br>And in the field-hospital tent,<br>And Petersburg crater, and dim<br>Lean brooding in Libby, there came -<br>Ah heaven! - what truth to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herman+Melville">Herman Melville</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409960" data-title="The College Colonel de Herman Melville" data-description="He rides at their head; A crutch by his saddle just slants in view, One slung arm in splints, you see, Yet he guides his strong steed - how coldly too. He brings his regiment home - Not as they filed two years before, But a remnant half-tattered,..."></div> </div> </div>

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