PoemsMacmillan, 1890 |
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... dead , grapes - Say not so ! Who went , and who return not . ' Tis not the of Canaan that repay , But the high faith that failed not by the way ; Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave ; No bar of endless night exiles the brave ...
... dead , grapes - Say not so ! Who went , and who return not . ' Tis not the of Canaan that repay , But the high faith that failed not by the way ; Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave ; No bar of endless night exiles the brave ...
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... dead , The strain should close that consecrates our brave . Lift the heart and lift the head ! Lofty be its mood and grave , Not without a martial ring , Not without a prouder tread And a peal of exultation : Little right has he to sing ...
... dead , The strain should close that consecrates our brave . Lift the heart and lift the head ! Lofty be its mood and grave , Not without a martial ring , Not without a prouder tread And a peal of exultation : Little right has he to sing ...
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... dead , Wherein the music of all meaning is The sense hath garnered or the soul divined , They mingle with our life's ethereal part , Sweetening and gathering sweetness evermore , By beauty's franchise disenthralled of time . I can ...
... dead , Wherein the music of all meaning is The sense hath garnered or the soul divined , They mingle with our life's ethereal part , Sweetening and gathering sweetness evermore , By beauty's franchise disenthralled of time . I can ...
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... dead miracle those eldest shores , For men to dry , and dryly lecture on , Thyself thenceforth incapable of flood ? Idle who hopes with prophets to be snatched By virtue in their mantles left below ; Shall the soul live on other men's ...
... dead miracle those eldest shores , For men to dry , and dryly lecture on , Thyself thenceforth incapable of flood ? Idle who hopes with prophets to be snatched By virtue in their mantles left below ; Shall the soul live on other men's ...
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... dead , Her nurslings and champions ? Do ye not hear , as she comes , The bay of the deep - mouthed guns , The gathering rote of the drums ? The bells that called ye to prayer , How wildly ODE READ AT CONCORD 65 ODE READ AT THE ONE ...
... dead , Her nurslings and champions ? Do ye not hear , as she comes , The bay of the deep - mouthed guns , The gathering rote of the drums ? The bells that called ye to prayer , How wildly ODE READ AT CONCORD 65 ODE READ AT THE ONE ...
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beautiful beneath better birds brain brave breath brood brow brunstane caught charm Clootie dare dead dear death divine doubt dream dumb dust ears earth exiled artist eyes fair faith fame fancy fat friends fate feel feet fire flame foxy brown give God's gods dethroned grace grave gray half Haply happy hath hear heard heart heaven hope human stains immortal Judge Dooms kiss knew life's light lives look macaroons MEERSCHAUM memory mind mood morn mortal Muse Nature neath never o'er Odin once Ovid passion past pictured song poet praise prodom pulses rhymes round Roundhead Rutebeuf scarce sense shape shine silent sing siren passion song soul spring stars stir strong sunshine sure sweet systems cracking thee things thou thought thrill to-day touch tree twixt verse wait wind wings wise wood words Zeus
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Seite 17 - Or reading stars to find inglorious fates, Can lift our life with wings Far from Death's idle gulf that for the many waits, And lengthen out our dates With that clear fame whose memory sings In manly hearts to come, and nerves them and dilates...
Seite 18 - From happy homes and toils, the fruitful nest Of those half-virtues which the world calls best, Into War's tumult rude; But rather far that stern device The sponsors chose that round thy cradle stood In the dim, unventured wood, The VERITAS that lurks beneath The letter's unprolific sheath...
Seite 19 - Something to live for here that shall outlive us ? Some more substantial boon Than such as flows and ebbs with Fortune's fickle moon...
Seite 24 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 21 - Bursts up in flame ; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men : Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed Confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, And cries reproachful : " Was it, then, my praise, And not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth ; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth ; Give me thy life, or cower in empty phrase, The victim of thy genius, not its mate...
Seite 26 - ... stayed behind. Blow, trumpets, all your exultations blow! For never shall their aureoled presence lack: I see them muster in a gleaming row, With ever-youthful brows that nobler show; We find in our dull road their shining track; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow, Part of our life's unalterable good, Of all our saintlier aspiration; They come transfigured back. Secure from change in their high-hearted ways. Beautiful evermore, and with the rays Of morn on their white...
Seite 262 - WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES LOST IN A WAGER WE wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, And I should hint sharp practice if I dared ; For was not she beforehand sure to gain Who made the sunshine we together shared ? SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, 'Neath every one a friend.
Seite 20 - And shock of deadly-hostile creeds, Where the world's best hope and stay By battle's flashes gropes a desperate way, And every turf the fierce foot clings to bleeds. Peace hath her not ignoble wreath, Ere yet the sharp, decisive word Light the black lips of cannon, and the sword...
Seite 29 - Tis no Man we celebrate, By his country's victories great, A hero half, and half the whim of Fate, But the pith and marrow of a Nation Drawing force from all her men, Highest, humblest, weakest, all, For her time of need, and then Pulsing it again through them...
Seite 89 - Through battle we have better learned thy worth, The long-breathed valor and undaunted will, Which, like his own, the day's disaster done, Could, safe in manhood, suffer and be still. Both thine and ours the victory hardly won ; If ever with distempered voice or pen We have misdeemed thee, here we take it back, And for the dead of both don common black.