Recent Gems of Poetry for Public Readings and RecitationsE.R. Andrews, Printer and bookbinder, 1881 - 214 pages |
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... dead , In the cockpit of our foe , With a roar above my head- Till a trampling to and fro , and a lantern showed my mate's face ! and I knew what now you know . -Scribner's Magazine THE BOBOLINK . Once upon a golden afternoon , With ...
... dead , In the cockpit of our foe , With a roar above my head- Till a trampling to and fro , and a lantern showed my mate's face ! and I knew what now you know . -Scribner's Magazine THE BOBOLINK . Once upon a golden afternoon , With ...
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... dead , And I am sick and sad and weary , And life is long and dark and dreary- Think not thy words my spirit move ! " Still the bird answered , " God is Love . ' , Some dearly loved and far away , And some who fondly near me stay Are ...
... dead , And I am sick and sad and weary , And life is long and dark and dreary- Think not thy words my spirit move ! " Still the bird answered , " God is Love . ' , Some dearly loved and far away , And some who fondly near me stay Are ...
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... dead in their graves pro- found ! And so as the night rushed onward , in his door sat Jasper Lee , And borne on its lurid bosom beheld Eternity . " ' Tis thus , " to himself he muttered , " that the earth her judge should meet With the ...
... dead in their graves pro- found ! And so as the night rushed onward , in his door sat Jasper Lee , And borne on its lurid bosom beheld Eternity . " ' Tis thus , " to himself he muttered , " that the earth her judge should meet With the ...
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... dead . he face of Jasper was troubled , and thrice his hard lips stirred o thrust back the dead man's challenge ; but ere he could choose a word he wrath of the brooding tempest a readier voice had found , and the mighty heart of the ...
... dead . he face of Jasper was troubled , and thrice his hard lips stirred o thrust back the dead man's challenge ; but ere he could choose a word he wrath of the brooding tempest a readier voice had found , and the mighty heart of the ...
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... dead , you would see a fair sight ? you love him - you think so ; and I ther ; my boy shall not lie he rest , while my arms can bear ave that mine own soon may share ! gth fails , best go sit by the hearth , r alone seeks his bed on the ...
... dead , you would see a fair sight ? you love him - you think so ; and I ther ; my boy shall not lie he rest , while my arms can bear ave that mine own soon may share ! gth fails , best go sit by the hearth , r alone seeks his bed on the ...
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Page 7 - LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had...
Page 99 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coined my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Page 7 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
Page 74 - He is but a boy, Unused to fearful scenes ; But, young as he is, he has learned to know The dreadful thing that means. A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart Grows faint that cry to hear, And the bravest man in all the land Turns white with mortal fear. For he knows the smallest leak may grow To a flood in a single night ; And he knows the strength of the cruel sea When loosed in its angry might. And the boy ! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm. He forces back the weight of the sea...
Page 124 - If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within and all God's working see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key!
Page 124 - God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; . We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, — Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
Page 74 - Crying and moaning till the stars Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister, Asleep in their safe warm bed; He thinks of his father and mother, Of himself as dying — and dead ; And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last; But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast.
Page 74 - When loosed in its angry might. And the boy! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm, He forces back the weight of the sea With the strength of his single arm! He listens for the joyful sound Of a footstep passing nigh; And lays his ear to the ground to catcli The answer to his cry.
Page 77 - Till the fire is out in the chamber there And the little bare feet are cold. Then out of the gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather...
Page 73 - An hour above the sea. He was stopping now to gather flowers, Now listening to the sound, As the angry waters dashed themselves Against their narrow bound.