Poems for MemorizingWhitaker & Ray, 1901 - 204 pages |
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... turn abusive ! If I have favorites here and there , And , like a monarch , pick and choose , I never meet an angry stare That this I take and that refuse ; No discords rise my soul to vex Among these peaceful book - relations , Nor ...
... turn abusive ! If I have favorites here and there , And , like a monarch , pick and choose , I never meet an angry stare That this I take and that refuse ; No discords rise my soul to vex Among these peaceful book - relations , Nor ...
Page 94
... turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hands with brown arms bare , And ...
... turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hands with brown arms bare , And ...
Page 118
... turn , I always find in the book of life Some lesson I have to learn . I must take my turn at the mill , I must grind out the golden grain , I must work at my task with a resolute will , Over and over again . We cannot measure the need ...
... turn , I always find in the book of life Some lesson I have to learn . I must take my turn at the mill , I must grind out the golden grain , I must work at my task with a resolute will , Over and over again . We cannot measure the need ...
Page 120
... turning , By the struggling moonbeams misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin inclosed his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak ...
... turning , By the struggling moonbeams misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin inclosed his breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak ...
Page 122
... turn To where thy sky - born glories burn , And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance ; And when the cannon - mouthings loud Heave in wild wreathes the battle - shroud , And gory sabres rise and fall ...
... turn To where thy sky - born glories burn , And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance ; And when the cannon - mouthings loud Heave in wild wreathes the battle - shroud , And gory sabres rise and fall ...
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Page 127 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 176 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Page 47 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 128 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...
Page 99 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 148 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 101 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 125 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 151 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 146 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.