Drums of Morning: Inspirational Readings Chiefly from Modern WritersHenry Neumann Little, Brown,, 1926 - 242 pages |
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... fire ; And he who wrought that spell ? Ah , towering pine and stately Kentish spire , Ye have one tale to tell ! Lost is that camp ! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop - vines ' incense all the ...
... fire ; And he who wrought that spell ? Ah , towering pine and stately Kentish spire , Ye have one tale to tell ! Lost is that camp ! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop - vines ' incense all the ...
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... fire and got the kettle on- the universal order of events all along our coast the skipper told us how " Tim Bryan had shot hisself , and wanted a doctor bad , right off . " Three men had been duck - shooting together and from a point of ...
... fire and got the kettle on- the universal order of events all along our coast the skipper told us how " Tim Bryan had shot hisself , and wanted a doctor bad , right off . " Three men had been duck - shooting together and from a point of ...
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... fires to protect them and us . He was only twenty , but he showed himself a man dur- ing those early pioneer days . While he was picket- ing the horses and building his protecting fires my mother came to herself , but her face when she ...
... fires to protect them and us . He was only twenty , but he showed himself a man dur- ing those early pioneer days . While he was picket- ing the horses and building his protecting fires my mother came to herself , but her face when she ...
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... fire line was drawn halfway down the block toward Fifth Avenue , but the police were much hampered by the crowd and were out of patience , when I , standing by , saw a man in a great ulster with head buried in the collar , a cigar ...
... fire line was drawn halfway down the block toward Fifth Avenue , but the police were much hampered by the crowd and were out of patience , when I , standing by , saw a man in a great ulster with head buried in the collar , a cigar ...
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... fire , fire ! His foe is fire , fire , fire ! And no word the hero saith , Only on his arm hath breath Something between life and death , Snatched from fire , fire , fire ! His foe is fire , fire , fire ! Bring 118 DRUMS OF MORNING THE ...
... fire , fire ! His foe is fire , fire , fire ! And no word the hero saith , Only on his arm hath breath Something between life and death , Snatched from fire , fire , fire ! His foe is fire , fire , fire ! Bring 118 DRUMS OF MORNING THE ...
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Page 131 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and .all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 56 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Page 52 - I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the...
Page 187 - IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting, too...
Page 170 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Page 195 - I would be true, for there are those who trust me ; I would be pure, for there are those who care ; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
Page 66 - All the past we leave behind, We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers! We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Page 155 - THE DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Page 155 - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
Page 29 - The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth. Till one arose and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of