What is life but a succession of preludes to that
unknown song, the first solemn note of which is sounded by death?
Love is the enchanted beginning og every life, but what mortal is
here whose first delights of happiness are not broken by
some storm, dispelling with its fatal breath his fair illusions,
destroying his altar with its dire lightning ?? What wounded soul,
when a tempest is passed, does not seek to suspend its memories in
the sweet solitude of country life ?? Yet man is not content to bear
the quiet languor which Nature's bosom offered; and when the trumpet
sounds a call to arms, he hurries to join his comrades no matter
what the cause that summons. He rushes into combat, and, in the
uproar and duress of battle, regains complete confidence in himself
and the full possession of his powers.
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沒有反對黨公開競爭的選舉叫假選舉。
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