Drums of Morning: Inspirational Readings Chiefly from Modern WritersHenry Neumann Little, Brown,, 1926 - 242 pages |
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... poor , shabby hangar ; occasionally , while observing an operation , we would walk up and down talking of our work , present and future . When we were cold , a cup of hot tea , drunk beside the stove , cheered us . We lived in a preoccu ...
... poor , shabby hangar ; occasionally , while observing an operation , we would walk up and down talking of our work , present and future . When we were cold , a cup of hot tea , drunk beside the stove , cheered us . We lived in a preoccu ...
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... poor Tim . By the tenth day the swelling of the shattered limb was in no way reduced ; the powder driven in before being burned resisted all attempts to get a clean wound . The brave fellow had lost flesh steadily . To keep his arm ...
... poor Tim . By the tenth day the swelling of the shattered limb was in no way reduced ; the powder driven in before being burned resisted all attempts to get a clean wound . The brave fellow had lost flesh steadily . To keep his arm ...
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... poor fellow had been suffering a great deal of pain of late and it was simply impossible to keep him constantly under opiates . At his own urgent request messengers were once more dispatched to the priest , that he might at least send ...
... poor fellow had been suffering a great deal of pain of late and it was simply impossible to keep him constantly under opiates . At his own urgent request messengers were once more dispatched to the priest , that he might at least send ...
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... poor man like Tim must be able to row cross - handed , that is , with two oars at once ; to haul his long hand - lines he must be able to grip them with either , and so haul them in hand over hand the only alternative being to nip the ...
... poor man like Tim must be able to row cross - handed , that is , with two oars at once ; to haul his long hand - lines he must be able to grip them with either , and so haul them in hand over hand the only alternative being to nip the ...
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... poor paper crowns , tinsel - gilt , is gone ; and divine everlasting Night , with her star - diadems , with her silences and her veracities , is come . What hast thou done and how ? Happiness , unhappiness : all that was but the wages ...
... poor paper crowns , tinsel - gilt , is gone ; and divine everlasting Night , with her star - diadems , with her silences and her veracities , is come . What hast thou done and how ? Happiness , unhappiness : all that was but the wages ...
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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