Canadian PoetsJohn William Garvin McClelland & Stewart, limited, 1916 - 536 pages |
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Page 271 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 311 - And Moses said, Thus saith the LORD, About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt : And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that is behind the mill ; and all the firstborn of beasts. And there shall be a great cry throughout all the land of Egypt, such as there was none like it, nor shall be like it any more.
Page 365 - There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold; the Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold; the Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
Page 58 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Page 362 - This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain : "Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane; Strong for the red rage of battle; sane, for I harry them sore; Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core...
Page 152 - THE SONG MY PADDLE SINGS WEST wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west. The sail is idle, the sailor too; 0 wind of the west, we wait for you! Blow, blow!
Page 119 - THE sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream they yet will bide Until the coming of the tide. And yet I know that not for us, By any ecstasy of dream...
Page 363 - Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway, And I wait for the men who will win me — and I will not be won in a day...
Page 365 - Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones ; Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons ; Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat; But the others — the misfits, the failures — I trample under my feet.
Page 362 - Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver? (Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.) Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river, Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize? Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races, Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?